It was a cool night, and it is slow to warm up this morning. Can't believe I am saying that 50F feels cool. Guess we are climatizing very well.
Have some work to do on the teak on the outside of the boat, but it can wait till it warms up a bit. We have decided to paint the outside teak with a grey Brightside. It should look good, and we will not have to keep oiling or refinishing the teak over and over again. The Brightside sure looked good on Deja Vu when we painted the hull. Hope this works as well.
We met with Frank and Debra Hurst for lunch yesterday. You may remember that we met them last spring when we were working on the sailboat and stayed at the Sleep Inn. They are down for the month of February and have a rental in Port Charlotte. We were very surprised when Debra responded to Peter's email. Good to see them again and get caught up.
There are new owners at All American and they agreed for us to stay on the boat overnight. While the facilities are very limited, i.e. a portable pottie. No toilets or showers yet, soon to come. We are making do quite nicely. Peter has our TV working and we now get 18 channels. Still nothing to see, but we have a good news and weather channel. Good thing we have lots of DVD's. We stay on the boat for 2 nights and then treat ourselves to a motel with a shower and a TV with all of the stations. Peter commented last night, that the interior of the boat is larger than the room we had at the Microtel. How true. I didn't think you could get a room so small in a motel. Our bedroom at home is larger. Too funny.
Peter bought a microwave for the boat and it will replace the toaster oven. He now can make his porridge extraordinaire for breakfast. Rolled oats with frozen blueberries, walnuts, crushed flax seed, and some brown sugar substitute. All is right in his world. And it is a good thing when Peter's day starts right.
We have lightly stocked the galley to be able to enjoy a lunch or dinner on board. Restaurants in the south seem to be able to deep fry everything, so it is refreshing to have a normal meal. I can also better manage Peter's diet if I cook.
Peter bought a new longer hose, and a spray nozzle. Now we have water readily accessible to the cockpit of the boat. The water at the tap is not pottable, so we do not want to fill the water tanks yet. But this is an improvement over climbing over the back of the boat, going to the tap to get a pail of water and then trying to climb back up onto the boat with a pail of water. This has become a two man job.
Oh and yes, I am back to peeing in a bucket again. At least overnight. It is better than having to get up and climb out of the boat over the transom, down the ladder and make the trip to the johnny on the spot about 500 yards away. I think Peter was concerned just how much trouble I could get into in the middle of the night when I was half asleep. I am not hand, eye, body coordinated in the daylight.
If you are somewhat confused by all this; let me explain that the boat is on land, sitting up in the air on stands. The swim ladder hangs down off the back of the boat. Peter has made a raised platform that allows us to climb up high enough off the ground to be able to climb the swim ladder and enter the cockpit of the boat. Everything that comes on or off the boat has to make this trip up over the back of the boat. I now will also share, that I do not like heights. The boat is about 8 feet off the ground. I sometimes feel a little dizzy if I move too quickly when I walk outside on the deck. Perhaps Peter has reason to be concerned.
This morning when Peter was checking out the motor area; he found that the last mechanic who worked on the engine, had moved the overflow reservoir and set it alongside the exhaust. The exhaust had melted a hole in the plastic reservoir. Good thing he checked. He is now off to Napa to get a new one.
We haven't done much work on the boat for the last couple of days. Still some things to do towards launch day. Brightside the teak, clean the dinghy, clean the decks and the cockpit, new covers to be sewn for the fenders.
Peter just got back and brought some cinnamon sticky buns. He warmed one up and served it with a cup of coffee. Life doesn't get any better than this. He is calling them diabetic cinnamon buns. Can't fool this 'ole girl.
I am off to work with the Brightside and burn off some of these calories.
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