Rust and Putty

And this is why Mike’s nieces call him ‘Uncle Monkey’. Our neighbor, ‘Foxy Lady’ had a halyard twisted in their shrouds so Mike offered to climb up and help. I am just happy that he decided to use the bosun’s chair after he reached the first spreaders. He ended up going all the way to the mast head to retrieve all the halyards that they had stored for the winter. While I was a bit nervous watching him from our cockpit, all he had to say was there was a good view and a nice breeze!






Today was another productive one. And thankfully, my spirits improved a bit although still a little shaky at times. The day consisted of more sanding and filling gaps in the deck with putty. Also going around the decks and looking for all of the places that are showing some rust and need to have the grinder take them down. For some reason there are a bunch of them on the port side that will get tackled tomorrow. And hopefully they will all be superficial. Even if they aren’t, I think that we would just cover them up with some putty and maybe deal with it later. But man, these decks have gotten trashed with all of the metal work that has happened. Mike got the bow pulpit mounted so we have our life lines back up which is a nice thing. And by the end of the day we both noticed how many achy muscles we have. My back, right elbow, wrists and hands from all of the stooping over and sanding. Mike’s forearms are feeling the burn. A massage is sounding pretty good right about now.

Our putty and rust covered decks

Rust is everywhere

This spot and plenty more to be uncovered tomorrow

Meltdown

The last few days have been a struggle for me. And I think today it all came to a head. My mood was kind of a surprise because the end of last week felt so promising. But the past several days have just felt like a grind and completely overwhelming. And I don’t think my poor sleep and dream about my dad last night helped the situation either. Today, I just felt like I had to purposefully put one foot in front of the other to make it through. If some one had offered to come and take this boat away, I think I would have accepted. I also found myself in tears this morning while telling Mike about my dream and then again at the end of the day. I guess it’s normal to still be suddenly stricken with sadness 8 months after my father passing away. And today I just missed him terribly. I am just so thankful that our down moods don’t seem to coincide. Because Mike was a love and really helped me get through the day. If we were both in this state at the same time I think that we would run away screaming, or more likely just crumble into a heap on the floor never to rise again.
But the more we trudge forward, the quicker we will be in the water. Our electric sander finally called in quits after faltering for the past month. So we made a quick run into town on the dolmus to buy a new one. And the new toy helped in giving me some motivation to get the aft decks sanded in preparation for the primer. Then it was scrubbing the decks with Por Coz (a household cleaner…acid) to try and get the thousands of tiny rust spots off from all of the grinding and metal dust. I felt like Cinderella. Mike was successful in getting the throttle control, the panel for the engine gauges, and engine room vents mounted, and dry-fitted the hatch for the chain locker. So despite my meltdowns it was a pretty productive day.

A Taste of What's to Come

We spent most of our day in town trying to cram as many things as possible into our time allotted with the car. Including an unexpected and leisurely stop for a sit down lunch on the waterfront. Nice, despite the time it took. The morning also included paying a parking ticket. The traffic police are sneaky around here. They go around taking photos of cars parked illegally and then mail you the fine, no ticket on the window here. And the frustrating part is that the parking is so darn confusing and we never know what is ok and what isn’t. It seems like there are only traffic laws when we as foreign drivers do something somebody doesn’t like. Otherwise, it’s a free-for-all. The day we got the ticket (well, we were the ones with the car checked out at the time so it must have been us) we saw the cops, so Mike jumped in the car and moved it. I guess a little too late though.
The most exciting part of the day was buying a used wind generator from another cruiser and it should be a good addition to the solar panels we are still waiting for. We also put our companion way ladder back since we finished the varnishing. This is a good thing because last night I cut open my toe on the metal inverter while ‘jumping’ (or maybe falling is a better word) inside the cabin.
In the evening, we were invited by Bunny and Bill to their yacht ‘Onset’ for drinks (sounds pretty posh, huh?!). They were kind enough to invite us and some other folks who are hauled out and slaving away to come and enjoy the good life of a boat in the water for awhile. It was a really enjoyable evening and felt like a treat to sip on a gin and tonic and get to know some other people. I found myself feeling like I could sit there all night just chatting and picking everyone’s brains on places to visit in the Med. And it was so nice to sit on a boat that actually rocked with the water!

Food Coma Strikes Again

For a Sunday, a lot of work got done. Mike was busy at it all day and I was doing jobs here and there. But to honor the day, we headed to the bar around 5 o’clock, just in time to order a cheeseburger. Then walked to the floating dock where we were lured in by their big lounge pillows. Again, for the second day in a row Mike succumbed to food coma from a large meal and a couple of beers.

Food Coma

My craving for comfort food resulted in the end of our work for the day. As I was trying to decide what sounded good to eat, nachos came to mind and Mike put me on a mission. To my surprise, they actually ended up pretty good despite being forced to use Doritos. And the beers along with it at 3 in the afternoon went down pretty easy as well. So well in fact, that we strayed from our usual one beer quota and had a second. That’s all she wrote. As you can see from the picture, Mike was sent into a food and beer coma, barely to arouse the rest of the day.

Serena Misses Her Bathroom Because...

She doesn’t have to walk down a ladder to use it.
She doesn’t have to walk across a boatyard to find an open one.
She doesn’t have strangers washing their underwear in her sink.
She doesn’t have strangers trying to open the door (has anyone heard of knocking?).
She doesn’t have strangers casually chatting outside her door while, you know…
She isn’t tricked into thinking there is toilet paper.
It doesn’t cause her to start the day off in a bad mood.

Time Warp

Where are the weeks going? Time has been passing by amazingly fast. One day it’s Sunday and then it’s already at the end of another week. I don’t think time has ever gone by so fast for me. And the marina is feeling a bit like a ghost town. The boat yard has cleared out, no one is on ‘The Net’ anymore with their social events or stuff for sale. Everyone is out sailing…
But even though we are still on the hard, we had a really good day, probably the best one in awhile. Our moods were high and felt like we got a lot of work done. And what felt really good was getting the first coat of top paint on the dodger and roll bar. They are sparkly white, at least for now. We also spent another evening listening to music and making dinner. It was almost like I could breathe a little easier and enjoy the progress we have made. And I found myself getting really excited about the end result of all this work. If all continues to go as planned, we are going to have ourselves one awesome boat!