“who did your wood?”

Oy, my back hurts! I’ve been going going going all day (all weekend actually) and am finally laying down in bed where I belong. I’ve even hunched over for way too long today and my back has had enough.

The positives? Four loads of laundry done and put away, some meals cooked for the week, compost was taken out, dogs got to go to the park AND on a four mile run with me, I got another coat of varnish on the wood I’ve been working on, and I spray painted my companion way hatches (again) and finished it off with a BBQ with the neighbors.

I didn’t get out of bed till around 10 am which is super late for me. I wanted to go for a run but I didn’t want to return to the mess: dirty dishes everywhere and dirty laundry needing to be gathered. I did some cleaning and eventually got going on the rest of the stuff that needed to get done today. Being that the first coat of varnish went on the wood yesterday around noon, in between loads of laundry I sanded and reapplied another coat. Dog hair and dirt is finding its way to the varnish, but I can’t do anything about that now can I?! It must not look that bad because a neighbor asked me at the BBQ who did my wood (varnishing). Awww, yay I’m doing something right! The pics below are the progress from having been sanded to taped off and now with its second coat of varnish. I am hoping to get six coats on there, with annual maintenance of one coat.





nocturnal traffic

It’s darker earlier now, I’m only sad because it means it’s getting closer to winter and it’s about to get cold and rainy. This change happened a week or so ago, and lo and behold our morning walk went something like this:

Exiting the gate: hear and see a giant raccoon climbing a tree just a few feet away, he/she sees me and I see him/her, I keep walking.

Exiting the restrooms: I hear a bunch of purr like noises coming from trees, two giant raccoons now walking towards me with no intentions of changing course. We decide to walk away from them.

Coming back from our walk: I go through the parking lot to avoid the two raccoons and head down towards the gate. I see a raccoon hiding in the tree, and then come up on a skunk (tail up) who is walking down the rocks near the gate. I walk away towards the restrooms again, hell at this point I don’t even remember how many times I ran away from the gate. I just kept seeing wild animals in the trees and rocks near the gate and I didn’t want to get sprayed or corner animals in that would hurt my babies.

Eventually we made it back to the gate, I’m hoping this isn’t something I encounter very often. I think I might bring my headlamp to scare them away next time!



I’ll be honest, one of my least favorite things about this marina is the amount of homeless or sketchy people hanging around. I know which areas to stay away from by now, but my tactics are not entirely hobo-proof.

A neighbor beat me into the shower this morning so I went to another dock known as the hobo bathroom. It’s open to the public, but the showers require a key for access. As I was showering, a homeless lady came in to the bathroom. At first I thought she was puking, then I thought she was possibly giving birth. The noises went on for sooo long. I could tell something was up, so instead of using the mirrors outside the shower to get ready, I got ready inside the shower area. As I left, I was surprised to see that there was no blood/puke/diarrhea/new born baby to be seen. Just an older homeless lady, unsure of what I would say when she asked me to hold open the door for her. I didn’t even hesitate when I said “no”, and she proceeded to call me a bunch of nasty names. Yep, I really am a bitch aren’t I? Apparently she “just get out of the hospital”. I mean, really.

It amazes me that there are so many people who won’t work for shit, yet demand access to your own personal spaces. And this is just another day in the neighborhood! The photo below is the least weird thing I’ve seen in the hobo bathroom.




Holy crap, it’s cold!

It’s dark when I wake up. The sun is rising as I take off for work. It’s getting dark earlier in the night. I even had to turn my heater on last night.

It’s time to buckle up, this is going to be one of the last weekends I might have before pulling out the tarp! I better make sure all of the leaks are sealed and all my projects requiring a dry anything are completed!


unplanned boat work

Tonight I had plans to do some heavy lifting with a neighbor of mine. He could tell I have been dragging my feet when it came to completing my recaulking project. You know, the one I turned my boat around for. I thought I was just going to have him remove the outboard for me so that I could get the rest of the work competed on the weekend.

It turns out he was going to help me remove the nuts and bolts, so out needed to come all my sails, life jackets, dinghy kit, cockpit cushions, etc. so that he could get inside that tiny little space I access said nuts and bolts.


As usual something you think will be simple and a piece of cake turns out to be a sloppy hot mess. Perhaps why one might drag ones feet… Soon I had caulking all over my gloves, pants, tools, dinghy, and I am sure there is some in my hair too. The sun had gone down and neighbors passing by lent us headlamps and flashlights. Such is life! It wasn’t pretty but we got two of the bolts re-caulked.

For now my outboard has been put back on for security reasons (don’t want to leave it lying around unlocked) and I am hoping to get to the other two bolts this weekend. At least I know now what I am up against!

I finished off the evening by making some pesto burgers and sharing a beer with Jimmy who had lent me so much of his time this evening.