Last night the temperature dropped to 26 degrees, I left one port light partially cracked and the heater on medium and was warm and toasty all night.
It was cold enough to actually freeze my companionway hatch shut so I had to break out of the boat this morning.
After spending the day cleaning The` from top to bottom, inside and out I sorted through her lockers.
I’m up to a solid 30 day supply and have six weeks worth of puppers food for Chloe. The menu isnt all that exciting but it represents freedom and that is. My goal is 3-4 months provisions by April 1st and Im well on my way.
I’m still putting the majority of my pathetic and irregular income into my refit and living off what food I have stored. This might seem crazy but I want the boat finished so my fun budget is zero, ahh the best things in life truly are free.
I will continue to work in this way till the day I leave. My total personal monthly budget” not including boat refit” is now below $500.00 per month inclusive of all my bills, food, booze and ciggis. I should add that this very well may be, yet another reason that I am single.
I simply haven’t come across that many girls who are willing to live in a tiny space with no head and live for literally half the national standard poverty level for a single man.
Last night was spent listening to my shortwave radio ” thanks Ken” working on my wants vs needs list and trying to cut every cent I safely can out of my refit budget.
I have never cut a single corner on this boat but some items I simply will need to learn to live without till they make their way into my budget, if ever.
There is no hurry to finish the boat, she will have small parts and pieces from around the globe. She is ready and capable to face any ocean in the world now. Little things like water tanks, oven, heater, lifelines, epoxy job ,life raft, epirb, motor … will all be completed in their order of importance as I explore.
The following quote is by Sterling Hayden. This might be one of the most read and shared quotes in the world but ask yourself this. Have you ever, or do you know any single person who actually follows this mantra.
“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security.” And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need – really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer?
In choice. Which shall it be – bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?”
Thought provoking. Isn’t it?