Well, not quite. It turns out that trimaran insurance isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I won’t need a survey, either, which is a miracle. It seems an omen of good things.
So: the inspection of the mooring is lined up, and we can all now pray that the top chain doesn’t need replacing. The boat insurance is lined up, pending family discussion. Which sounds a little ominous in print, but, let’s keep things in the moment.
Tomorrow: I have a lawn to mow and a garden to do, take Rory to the doctor for a follow-up on his sprained ankle, and then madly race home and find some time to do another scrub of the bottom. I had planned to get that done this morning, but a refrigerator that needed defrosting and cleaning stole me away. Pathetic, but, the
door wouldn’t close anymore.
Then: cook dinner, off to Library night.
Friday, only one garden needs me for about an hour, and so Friday will be devoted entirely to Circus.
Here’s what needs to be done:
Find someone to help me heft the solar panels out of the way of the main hull.
Pull main hull forward.
Take cover off boat.
Load up cushions, sails, rigging, etc.
Wash main hull.
FInd someone at Hamilton Marine who will service the outboard, perhaps for the price of a hand-knotted doormat.
Attach outboard to bracket, if ready to run.
Rig mast.
If I can get all that done in one day, it will be a miracle.
Enough laundry lists.
I will publish something I wrote last year, so you can get more of a sense of the inner turmoil, drama, and sheer passion of what is actually a laundry list.
(In other words, I was still thinking about sailing, not actually doing it.)
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