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Every inch of my body hurts, I’m weak, tired, lazy and my boat work is just getting started. I’m desperately seeking any form of paying employment but it seems my strengths all revolve around the use of my brain, not my back, not much good in a farming community. Spring is here and to be totally honest I’ll do anything to keep the momentum going even if it means scrubbing toilets to get me through to spring.
We all would like to have the ideal job but from this tiny island that just doesn’t exist. The easy way out would be to just give up, suck it up and move to Seattle where I could get a real job. Thank God I’m way too lazy for that.
I’m crawling out of my winter hibernation and getting stronger every day. I dumped a dozen cases of stores into Sookie and piece by piece found a place for everything I’m 90% moved aboard and there is still a ton of open storage so every pay check I get will go straight to more stores and fittings..
I don’t really set goals in life mostly because I I get side tracked before I meet them but I’m pushing to launch by the end of February. I have no idea where I will keep the boat but March and April are still pretty cold for a boat without heat.
It feels good moving back aboard, the once empty cold and barren interior is starting to feel like home again. I fear my batteries are toast but that’s a project for another day.
Serena gets the hero award this week for showing up and helping me completely recondition the hull. I think it was her subtle way of telling me to get the hell out of her house, but all birds need a good push from the nest and this bird is ready to fly. After a full season we hung her up wet and walked away, that and a miserable winter in the boat yard has taken its toll but Sookie cleans up like a lady.
I’m going through every item and selling or donating anything that isn’t absolutely a part to this perfect puzzle.
As a reward for my hard work I pulled a chilled beer from the bilge, crawled into my cozy bunk and drifted off to sleep. I’m counting the days till this little girl rocks me off into my dreams.
I’m ready to start prepping the bottom for paint and even though I didn’t actually accomplish one single project I’d hoped to this year but Sookie will be in her finest shape ever long before the lazy days of summer roll in.
Inspecting the pintles and gudgeons
“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing.”