Often times life seems like a broken record, constantly skipping back to the same place again and again, the record is spinning but the needle always ends where it begins. I’ve never been good at waiting, patient… well yes but the whole waiting game is almost more than I can stand. With only three more days till the end of the world there is lots going on around here.
This is a big week, with the end so close at hand there is no point it doing silly things like working, this week will bring big changes for both of us, the fist one being gainful employment. We have both been working hard trying to make a few bucks to put into the boat and save enough to have a our lockers stocked with food for the summer. We have both come to the conclusion that our employment is no longer beneficial to us, IE there is no cost benefit. For the last few months I have been looking for a new place to hang the hook and perhaps find some temporary work, while we impatiently wait for warmer weather to find us. There is still no form of heat other than electric so we have to be tied to a dock somewhere. The search continues but just knowing the end is near makes everything fun.
The longest coldest nights are soon coming to an end, in the meantime The’s`galley is in constant duty as we have an abundance of time to cook and eat. We are working hard at how far we can stretch a dollar, the old saying a penny saved is a penny earned is great but we work more along the lines of a penny not spent is a penny we don’t have to earn. I have been searching for foraging books for the Northwest and hope to spend the summer at least partly living off the land and sea.
We are walking a fine line of consumption verse conservation. We love the occasional treat of a hot latte in some small beach cafe but the $8.00 it costs will feed us both quite well for 2 days. Our biggest expenditures are by far coffee, wine, and tobacco but even those costs have been cut by more than half this month alone. I can see across the bay from where I’m sitting, there are gale warnings forecast and snow called for every day this week. The boat is a comfy 59 degrees with the heater on, not as warm as I like but one toasty blanket is all that’s needed to stay warm and comfy, this is snuggling weather.
We know we might still be in Bellingham as long as March but by Friday we will be free to go anywhere opportunity should knock. For now we are taking full advantage of all we have here, including a loft for sewing sails and canvas, whole sale accounts at all the marine chandler’s and a safe place to tie the boat with a plug for our heater. I used to think the hardest part was leaving but that’s actually the easy part. The hardest part is staying. Every day we hurry up and wait, enjoying every second of our time in Bellingham knowing that every day here might be our last. One by one all of my friends have left, some shipping their boats south others simply moving on, we are headed north under our own keel.
“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting.”
~Haruki Murakami South of the Border, West of the Sun