A familiar story

pearson ariel 26 bluewater, refitting a pearson ariel 26
I traveled the Intracoastal and all I got was this yellow stain on my hull

Peanutbutter sandwiches for days. I’ve found work. I’m supposed to start tomorrow. If for some reason it is postponed by weather or something more sudden it’s okay–plenty of other work to be done and sought.

Another sailor said my boat is not messy, but she is wrong. It is cluttered. Disorganized. One cannot think straight. Her interior leaves something to be desired regardless of my level of sloppiness, much of it needing to be rebuilt  if I really think about keeping my boat long term. But how I can work on something like making her interior more comfortable and inviting when there are so many more pressing matters?

Things will happen. It’s why I’ve stopped. I can visualize them; re rig, re core, repurpose old main sail, redo my lifelines. These jobs will improve conditions on many levels–structural, dampness, safety, space.

The rigging and lifeline material are taking up my v-berth along with the old sail I plan to repurpose for cockpit lee cloths. The section of rotten core becomes saturated and leaks badly into the cabin. I can think of more that needs to be done, but that is what I am thinking about now. One thing at a time I tell myself.

But these projects and simpler ones, even with all of the free materials I’ve received to do them, remain incomplete. The rest of the components require time and a bit of money, neither of which I have because my time is spent trying to procure that bit of money. Once I have a little spare change I hope my spare time can be utilized better.

The weather is a factor. For motivation, yes, but more practical matters prevail. I cannot set epoxy and glass in this rain/humidity. Ha, I don’t have any money for epoxy anyway! Or the LED light bulb or wire or switch I need for my fun lighting project I’ve been dreaming about. Or money for the little fittings on the lifelines. Or the tools I need for just about anything but the coring job in particular. Or money for better reef lines, or a winch for reefing, or new halyards, or a bow roller, or…

Money really is a thing, I’m learning. One can only go so far on goodwill which has managed to propel me for quite some time. Free docks, free food, free rigging, free gas, free dinghies, free charts, free sails, a free cushion, free…

3 thoughts on “A familiar story

  1. Yes, money is certainly a thing. Unfortunately.

    I’m 3 months into my 6 month contract, and boy, am I ready to get back to the boat.

    Now that I’m just as far in as I am out, I’m not entirely sure if this was worth it or not. I can’t say I recommend you take the winters off to make money. Maybe it is best to just get by with what you can, until something better comes along. I’m not sure. I am pretty sure though, that my tune is going to change in three to six months.

    All I can think of is getting back to my boat. Getting back out on the water. How much city life sucks. How crazy people are for living in such high density.

    Thanks for the blog update. It helped me take my mind off all that.

    Fair winds!

  2. Emily, I’ve been following your blog since the beginning in Friday Harbor and I’m so very proud of you. You have stayed with your boat dream through thick and thin, stayed optimistic, and continue to write about it all. All encouragement and admiration to you in whatever directions your future takes you. Gary in Bellingham

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