Here We Go Again?

A Relative Term




It turns out that getting going is a very relative term.  We have worked so hard these past three days that there are two old men on this boat who are sore all over from crawling into engine rooms, walking up and down steps and balancing on the edge of the boat to do this that and the other.

Each evening when we finally sit down, we say, "Well, we're just about there". Yesterday evening we didn't say that.  Mitchell didn't even fish and I think Jeff went and hid in a closet, for fear his name would be called yet one more time.  Now we are making statements like,  "If we get these things done, then we can do these others as we're heading along the water".

Mitchell and Wayne have become "Tool Buddies"  as they seem to work well together and Wayne even thinks Mitchell is polite.  Did you hear that sisters at home?  Someone thinks Mitchell is polite.  Big kudos for Mom & Dad!

Mitchell being coached on how the swab the deck

Meanwhile you folks probably know who my "Tool Buddy" is... yep, you guessed it, "Mr Grumpy".  Actually Jeff has done very well. I don't know what I would have done without him or the entire crew for that matter.

 Yesterday the diver came and cleaned the bottom of the boat.  He made a few repairs and noticed that we have several bolts missing from our trim tab.  Either they fell out (vibration) or broke off (hitting something).  At any rate the boat comes out of the water on Wednesday for about an hour and a half's worth of maintenance.

Twenty years a navy diver

The air supply

 Until yesterday we were eating out.  Ronnie and Lizzy will remember this place.  It's walking distance from the boat, and man, do they have good Italian food!  But on our last visit there was a snafu in the kitchen though and by the time everyone else had been served, I was still sitting there looking real hungry.  So when it finally came to the table,  I just took mine back to the boat in a box and still enjoyed it later on.  For a few moments I thought maybe the kitchen was in contact with Marci, who would have told them that Italian is not on Bob's diet.

Well, I hear Wayne working away with Mitchell already.  So I had better get to working or this boat will never get out of Florida.