|The goal: to find a spot for everything|
I am a compulsive organizer. And I don't want a cure. I just want to know where everything goes, have it fit it in there safely and tidily and have it be there next time I want it. Of course, that would require me to remember where that safely stored item was placed. If I were to keep track (and I definitely will NOT) I'll bet I spend at least a half hour daily looking for something that "I thought I knew right where that was." Another half hour looking for something that my husband can describe to me but cannot find. I developed a spreadsheet system to correlate with each locker and cupboard on the boat before we left MN intending to document where every little thing is stored. Haven't used it.........yet. Why? See paragraph 3 below.
I spend, at minimum, an hour each day trying to figure out something that I think "I ought to know how to do this." Sometimes I spend whole days trying to figure out how to make something work, or how to fit 10 things into a space for 7, or to make sense out of something new I'm trying to learn. If you think that all of that has led to me becoming an incredibly learned person, that is not where I'm going with this. I spend whole days because what I'm trying to figure out is hard for me to learn, apparently. I have no better explanation for how time consuming it is.
|A cool evening in spring using the MacBook.|
On a more positive note, while onboard, I have learned how to use my SailRite machine for all kinds of useful tasks. use special tools to apply snaps of all sorts, install grommets and repair things. I have made shade panels to surround the cockpit and revived the bimini and connector (separate post about that) all of which turned out to be quite a lengthy project. I've figured out ways to economize on water use on the boat. I've figured out so many little things that I can't even begin to name them. Meanwhile, my husband, who has figured out many more of the bigger things (like managing the energy systems and repairing mechanical things on the boat) has been also teaching me about what he's doing. One might think that I have become quite knowledgeable by now. One would be wrong. I feel like I have barely scratched the surface.
|Jax spots a squirrel on a morning walk.|
A portion of each day is, of course, spent walking Jax. Carl and I take turns being the one to get up early with him to go for a long walk. He's a pretty good alarm clock. He usually starts making little whimpering noises around 6:30 or 7:00. We know he's desperate if he plants a paw on Carl's chest. He's a pretty respectful dog, so if he's getting right in our faces it's serious. No more dawdling. Actually, those early morning walks tend to be one of the most enjoyable times of the day for me. Depending upon where our boat is at the time, I may be able to allow him to run off leash for a short time. I'm pretty sure that's HIS favorite time of the day.
|The "obstacle course" between galley and stateroom|
I have had no serious injuries since moving aboard. The bloodiest injuries I have sustained have had to do with sharp knives or scissors that could just as easily have happened while living on land. I tend to move around fairly deliberately and when we're under sail I'm always hanging onto some part of the boat for stability. In spite of that, I have jammed every part of my body that has hard angles or protruding parts (elbows, knees, hips, head, feet, shoulders) against some unforgiving part of the boat that has caused bruises, minor cuts or at least a cuss word or two. I think I understand now why sailors have been notorious for having foul language.
|The galley, an ongoing challenging organizational task|
There are some things that are simply physically impossible to do. It is not possible to stand up straight in the bow of the boat (the place we use as a workroom). It is nearly impossible to exit the workroom without banging either my head or my shoulder or both like a 1-2 punch, into the door frame. Carl avoids going in there at all. Anything that is stored up there (and there is a LOT) in the bow of the boat is mine to find. It is not possible to remove things from the bottom of the refrigerator without removing everything on top first. It is not possible to get the larger pots and pans out from under the stove where they are stored without standing on my head and removing all the others first. These are annoyances to me which I am learning to live with.
So, the annoying things it seems are: limited space, needing to learn new things all the time, limited space, losing things and limited space. That's the long and short of it. It's okay to ask me about boat life.