My muse is conserving energy. She is the only one who does not feel Hawaii is warm enough. Tightly coiled is she.
A reservoir of creativity and inspiration.
5:30 and 74 degrees.
A typical weekend for sailboat aficionados.
One in which the vessel makes her needs known.
We needed to replace teak bungs (short teak dowels that cover the screws that hold down the deck).
First you drill the hole with the missing bung a bit bigger.
Next you take out the old screw (which many times involves mass force) and put in a shiny new one.
And finally you place a few drops of epoxy and pound in a new bung.
We had nearly 300 missing bung holes to fill
They stick out of the deck so when you accidently step on them in bare feet the pain is exquisite.
(A close up of the little darlings here)
The next day you go back and shave the tops off making them level with the deck.
It was such a thrill to finish. Gordon immediately took the wet dry vac and started vacuuming up the teak shavings and dust. Soon he started noticing bung holes he missed. One there...two here...
The pressure of the vac was so strong it was sucking the loose old ones out!!!!
Back to work.
Then deck washing.
As the hose bathed the deck we noticed it wasn't flowing through the drain holes in the deck.
An hour later we are both upside down in the back Lazarette undoing hoses and poking a wire to try to free the blockage.
We inadvertently dislodged a part to the auto-pilot and had to stop and fix that.
Later that evening we went into the galley and noticed water on the floor.
The salt water pump under our sink was gushing sea water into our boat.
We undid the hose and shoved a wooden plug into the end and clamped it shut.
Then mopped water up off the floor.
My jobs Monday:
Edit novel #2.
Call the fix-it guy about the funny noise the refrigerator compressor is making.
Call West Marine to see if I can order a new pump
Figure out again why I live on a boat.