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December 21 brings the solstice and the beginning of the four darkest days of the year, barely 8 hours of light followed by sixteen of darkness. Christmas day will end the darkness bringing a few precious minutes of free light from here on out each and every day.
December solstice is considered by most to be the first day of winter. For me it signals that I have survived the worst of it, the cold damp cloudy days grow longer and brighter from this days forward. Spring and cruising season are just around the corner, day by day my fight with mold, mildew, and the cold damp is coming to an end. I love living aboard the boat, its a constant battle to stay warm but one well worth the fight. Thank god we as sailors have short memories, or we may never head back to the sea.
This is the hardest part of the year for me, my body grows tired fat and weak. My belly is showing the signs of a cold lifeless winter but in a few short days that body fat will be transformed into energy and I’m going to need a lot. My annual hibernation is coming to an end. I am finally rested and slowing emerging from my cave.
Looking at this huge pile of wood that needs to get stacked before the first snow blankets the ground it is easy to feel overwhelmed. Instead I just take it one log at a time. I have the same process with the restoration of Sookie. I ad to her projects list almost daily but only ever read the first one on the top. I never actually expect to finish, I just keep moving forward always making her better and more comfortable. My friends over in Port Townsend just put out a great video on how to make a small boat bigger. I watch it and re watch it adding more and more ideas to Sookies sketch book.
I finished stacking my pile of warmth just as the first flakes started to fly. Now its finally time to get re antiquated with my little cutter sitting lonely and forlorn in the frozen boat yard. All my ducks are in a row, spring is right around the corner.
He who chops the wood warms himself twice. ~Unkown