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Mailing Stuff to Loved Ones | Countdown to Cruising

On July 1st we'll have lived aboard for five years. 


Here's a link to the sixth post I ever wrote on this blog. In it I am describing the process of giving away AND storing things as we work to move out of our apartment and onto the boat. I mention the hundreds of dollars I had invested in teaching books for English. I still have them all, and I'll be bringing them with me on our trip.

As for the storage bins I mention of picture frames and housewares...well they are all gone. Over the years Eric and I would go back to my brother's house (where we had our storage tubs packed away) and just slowly purge. It was a random, maybe once-a-year ritual of looking through our "treasures" and laughing. Our conversations as we sorted often sounded like this, "Don't need this, don't need this..."

The thing is, we needed the experience of living on a boat to show us what we really needed and didn't need, what we valued and what we could let go of.

And so yesterday I sent these packages to my sister. We are moving out of our large storage locker at the marina and truly saying goodbye to the things we've been carrying with us. On my way to my sister's house for safekeeping is:

- My wedding dress, already preserved. Even before I had Cora, I thought my daughter may like to wear my wedding dress one day. With the rate that Cora is growing, I think she may be much taller than me, but I am a romantic, so maybe she could have it altered or used in some meaningful way, or maybe even my granddaughter would like it one day.

- The poster tube has some of my favorite posters and art prints, acquired from my travels in Europe and with Eric that have been taken out of their frames and rolled to send to my sister for safekeeping. Some day I can hang them again.

- And the last box holds a few items of keepsakes, a fragile wedding gift, one of my first pieces of sewing, and my Alaskan All-star Cheerleading uniform.

That's it. My photos have all been saved, scanned, and digitally stored thanks to www.ScanMyPhotos.com and I'll soon be chopping up my journals and digitally scanning and preserving them as well.

More to come, just feeling a little sentimental as I give a nod to my few worldly possessions on their way to the safekeeping of my very land-based sister.


Glimpse ~ Where I Call Home

Our little liveaboard life was just featured on Lindsey of So Easy Being Green's blog. She does a series call Glimpse that peeks into people's lives.

Check out the whole post here.



Boat Baby Toys

People keep saying that Cora needs more 'toys.' 


Who needs more toys when you can chew on shock cord, hook clasps, and Bright Boy Polish?

I ask you, who?


To Have a Field Day

If you've ever heard of someone having a field day you probably envision children playing in a grassy area competing in races and wearing matching team shirts. 

If you live on a boat, the expression has a whole different meaning. Nautically speaking, to have a field day, means to clean the boat from stem to stern, and yesterday I had my very own.

Tuesday night Eric and I went to bed with our lovely Kerosene lamp lit to warm the cabin while we slept. We watched a movie in bed and when I looked out into the cabin it was lit up as bright as a Christmas tree. "Wow, that's bright," I mentioned to Eric. He was out of the bed faster than a jackrabbit because the wick was too high and the lamp was burning too bright. The lamp had probably been that bright for only 5-10 minutes, but it had left a layer of soot in a 10 ft radius around the lamp. Little, smeary, black specks were everywhere and on everything. Ugh.

Double ugh.

The lamp in questionCora got up for a 4:30am feeding and we both got black soot on us. Then I went back to bed because I wasn't ready for the cleaning nightmare project ahead of me. Gloriously, she slept until 9:30am, so I slept too, storing my energy for the day ahead.

Everything had to be wiped down. I mean everything. I cleaned:

  • Every part of the overhead (ceiling)
  • The wooden ribs on the overhead
  • The bulkheads (walls)
  • The portlights (windows)
  • Every flat surface, no matter how high or how low
  • Every piece of fruit in the hanging hammock
  • The stove and countertops
  • Every item in the wooden shelf by the kitchen faucet


I washed every piece of fabric, bedding and clothes on the boat (except for our clothes that were safely tucked away in the hanging locker and up in the v-berth,) for a total of four loads in one day. I had to re-clean and sterilize every bottle and pump part we owned.

Everything on this table has been wiped clean piece by piece.

I scrubbed things in the sink and I scrubbed things out on the dock.

And I vacuumed and then mopped the floor with my handy vase, pitcher, thing-to-bathe-Cora-with, bucket.

Do you ever feel like mopping is an exercise in futility? At least on a boat that is. You don't have another room you can step into as the floor dries after a good cleaning. Instead I put little pieces of paper towel under my feet and skate around until the floors are dry.

I'm not sharing this with you because I want you to feel bad for me. Oh no. This was an important lesson. We learned not to ever let the lamp burn that brightly. The boat got a thorough cleaning that, to be honest, it really needed. I'm glad it happened at a dock, close to a laundry room. I'm also glad it's done :) 

So how about you, when was your last field day?


The Monster on my Boat

There is a monster that lives on my boat.

He stands about 5'10 and weighs in 185lbs.

He's big and burly and mean.

He can deadlift 100lbs. 

Here let me show you:

This is not a monster that eats people though.

This is a monster that eats....


That's right. Tupperware.

If you live on a boat, prepare to have your tupperware consumed by this monster very, very frequently. It used to drive me crazy. I'd have some tasty leftovers all ready to stow away for the next night's meal but alas, my tupperware would have disappeared. 

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I give you exhibit A:

And here we have exhibits B and C (the top two containers):

That's not all. There are many more containers that have gone into the belly of the beast that is our boat. They have been used to hold everything from old diesel, to epoxy, to raw sewage (ewwwww), and I miss and mourn them all.

But the monster must be appeased. Boat projects must go on. And the monster keeps buying me new tupperware to soothe my troubled soul and give my leftovers a place to call home.

Here are some new pieces to add to my diminished collection:

Look, the lid sticks to the bottom. Neat, huh?

I wonder how long these puppies will last.

Probably not too long because as the monster likes to say, "He who giveth, also taketh away."