My dear Coconut and I have been together for six months now, and it has been amazing to look back and see how far I’ve come. Some days I feel like I haven’t made much progress at all. I haven’t fixed the leaks. I haven’t fixed the previous water damage. I haven’t gotten her sailing yet. Maybe I haven’t done quite a few projects yet, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I haven’t made any progress at all.
I’ve had the boat hauled out, had the bottom painted, had a head installed, gotten new life lines. I’ve gotten a different main sail and have hand woven my own webbing onto the shackles, I’ve almost finished varnishing the exterior wood, I’ve gotten the stove working, I’ve gotten one of the two tanks to hold water (my least favorite project so far). She still needs a lot of work, but I feel that with new standing rigging and a million small little projects (securing things so they don’t move while under sail) we might be able to go sailing one of these days! I’m honestly in no rush. I do need to keep breaking in the new engine. I might as well do that now while I can’t even sail the boat in the first place. I am also kind of obsessed with the boat and can’t not spend money on it… so I do really need to slow down anyways. I can always work on the million tiny little projects. Slow and steady wins the race, right?
To celebrate the six month anniversary, I’ve been doing some deep-cleaning. I slowly moved (dumped) my stuff onboard and didn’t really take the time to organize everything when I first bought her. I find batteries, business cards, and receipts in almost every bag o’crap I look in. I find bungees and random screws everywhere as well. I’m sure things will constantly be ebbing and flowing, but for the most part those miscellaneous but important items are finding logical homes onboard and it… it feels good.. Yeah. (Sorry, I love 80’s music.)
I also decided it was time to install the table. It had been hiding in my closet, but I was hesitating because I didn’t want to make new holes in the floor or to take up valuable dance floor space. Both of those are pretty ridiculous reasons to not have a table, right? It’s weird having it there now, but it’s already proved to be a good work bench for this lefty!
I did have to be careful where I mounted the base, the table lowers to add more sleeping space so I just had to make sure the table could lower to the right spot. I also needed to make sure the stairs down to the companion way could clear the table, as well as make sure the floor hatches could still open. Voila! She’s in.
I hung my Hawaiian tile that conveniently covers up where a 110V light fixture had been.
I also hung a closet rod in the wet hanging locker. This is how well designed Coconut is, there’s a hanging locker just as you enter the main cabin that allows water run off to flow to the bilge. No chance for standing water! Bruce Bingham for the win.
In our every day life, Bear, Zita and I have returned to as “pre-boat” normal as possible. Whenever I separated my laundry on land, they’d immediately lay on it assuming I was offering them a bed. The first time I’d done that on board Coconut, they did what they hadn’t been able to do on the little 26’er. Their instincts kicked in and they knew what to do.
They also are able and willing to follow me everywhere as they often times did in our land-home. Apparently I’m really interesting.
“Is she going to cook? Must investigate.” “What is she doing back there? Must investigate.” “What does she have in her hands? Must sniff.” They also have their own beds again that are on the floor rather than on the furniture. While life was decent on the Columbia, this is much more like a happy home for us all which was all I wanted when we began this adventure three years ago! I can’t believe it’s been three years already.