I’m having a lot of trouble keeping my mind on boat jobs I need to be doing. While I should be building a new dodger, sorting out needful spares for Yanmar, chasing down that mystery leak that’s driving me nuts but my mind always seems to be somewhere else… Like wondering how nearly 50% of my fellow citizens, apparently, are as dumb as a bag of hammers and mean spirited as well. Seriously, it keeps me up at night.
Another thing that keeps me up nights is the circular logic of mission creep which makes any sort of intelligent thought process about what I should be doing with the boat morphs into monumental silliness.
Then, there’s this ghost cat that’s been inhabiting my dreams who wants to be part of a story I’ve been working on which is, most assuredly, not a ghost story. But, maybe it should be?
Of course, it’s still “H” season which is always a creative downer for boat work because why should anyone finish a project knowing that a storm just might come along and put the boat on the rocks?
For that matter, why do anything at all as, in less than a few weeks, we might find ourselves in a hellscape where just about everything we take for granted is no longer even a remote possibility. Which, sorta/kinda, makes all those little boat projects seem really insignificant.
Which brings us back to the stuff I really do need to do. The top of my “to do” list is finishing the purge and get everything off the boat that is no longer needed. Trying to work on boat projects with all this extra crap is more than problematic and the Islander, one way or the other is going to need to be svelte, on its lines and in cruising trim whatever the near future portends. Then there’s the new dinghy and the self-steering that needs to be sorted out so we can get gone in a hurry if need be.
Lastly, I really need to communicate with the cat in question and find out just what it’s all about.