I spent much of the day working on it…
Working on ERIK, fitting some carved hailing port boards, putting two coats of red on the starboard rub rail, and fitting a second-hand danbuoy kindly donated to the cause by Richard of APPALOOSA.
Working on getting used to the idea that I’m going to a job tomorrow. I feel like the pilot has just switched on the “fasten your seat-belts” sign, indicating there’s some turbulence ahead. Three weeks ago we were hauled out, working hard on the boat in Launceston. Four weeks ago we were enjoying taking a long walk. After eight months, the change is feeling a bit rushed.
Working on reacquainting myself with the city… The distant noise of traffic, the complete strangers walking around the docks asking about the boat, the town clock chimes echoing across the waterfront. It’s the sirens of emergency vehicles, engines revving hard, going up Davey St. It’s the gaggle of drunk girls singing “What’s Up” at the top of their lungs at 2 in the morning. It’s the queue to use one of the four toilets in the facilities block, only to find two of them without toilet paper.
I guess I’m working on getting used to the idea that once again, my life is changing… And I know this is a desirable thing… This change brings much needed cash, it brings me back to my family and many of my friends, it brings us to a good place to spend winter.
But it’s taking some work!