Tuesday, July 25, 2006

We are worried about Ariel

Here is Ariel, our bengal cat sitting on the winch on the stern deck last October 2005. These days, she is looking much skinnier.

Zaboomafloo, her son, or Zaboo as he goes by went missing a couple of weeks back. Think it must be a month now. We don't know what happened. I think he got picked up by a coyote or an Eagle. Or he could have just fallen in the river and met his Waterloo.

She is a different cat these days. We think she is depressed. Bui and I took her to the vet for her shots and the vet gave me a worm pill, though neither Steve and I have seen any worms and with the weight loss, well, we're both on the look out for them. So we are all trying to help her in this greif. Perhaps we need to say a mass for Zaboo. I guess it is the Catholic in me coming out I guess - something about ceremony and greif go hand in hand perhaps. We'll have to come up with something: Saint Francis a la Bengal cat.

Not generally a lap cat, she HATES being picked up. But that is changing too. She conceeds to being picked up more. She yells alot and only shuts up when she gets some attention. Before you'd stoop to pet her and she'd make a point of just being out of reach so YOU had to stretch to stroke her. She is tolerating Sidney the dog only because Sidney is the only other beast of her kind around. Now Sidney is going...

Of course Bui just thinks we should get another cat to keep Ariel company. His father and I disagree with him naturally.

And why is it the darn cat can loose weight and not me? It just ain't right.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Target practice

The collosal stupidy of some continues to amaze me.

Across the river from us are a bunch of condos. Between the buildings is a small patch of lawn. Anyhow there is a lady who likes to use us for target practice as she improves her golf swing. She is pretty good as she has hit both the Bowie and the Sea Ferring a couple of times in the last month or so. There will be people sitting outside on the back deck and she is virtually aiming right for them. I don't think she is any spring chicken either so you'd think she'd have half a brain and would know better but apparently not.

The boys have yelled across the river at her to get her to stop but she won't. I guess Greig yelled at her yesterday and one of our roommates was leaving to go somewhere whilst this was going on. I guess our roommate ended up on the other side and confronted her to get her to stop. I can only imagine what he said as he can be quite confrontational. Apparently rattled her cage enough for her to call the Police on us!

In the meantime, a bunch of us had gone out to see An Inconvenient Truth. When we came back, one of the roommates was out on the back deck eating dinner and a couple of Vancouver's finest had showed up as she filed a complaint! At anyrate, they were just following up and agreed that she was a bit nuts.

Will she continue? It seems quite probable.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Deadheads (not to be confused with the Band)

On the river you have to be on the look out for everything coming at you. Much can depend on the current but chiefly, it is the dead heads and logs we have to be on the look out for. The current fluctuates depending upon how the tide is running and it can get really ripping.

Only a few weeks ago another deadhead had got caught up in the waterhose of the Sea Ferring underneath the Pacific Express. Sometimes these devils are a bit tricky to maneouver out of the way. That one had four or five of us on it. We loosened off the lines on the Sea Ferring, untangled it from the garden hose and managed pushed it out of the way with the pike pole.

On Monday, we caught a deadhead, stuck in between the stern of the Bowie and the starboard dock. It was sitting at an angle submerged underwater.This one was about 2 feet in diameter and by the way it was sitting it was anyone's guess as to how long it really was. It also could have worked its way under the dock and somehow done damage to the two other boats behind us, the Sea Ferring, (60') and the Pacific Express (110').

The boys worked together to pull it out of the way with the come-along and the chain saw and gradually pulled it up in chunks. In the end it was about 35-40 feet in length. It could have caused a tremendous amount of trouble if it got caught up underneath the Bowie in the drive gear. Our chain saw isn't the most powerful saw out their either so it was a bit slow going for them.

At anyrate, there is a good amount we can add to the wood pile for winter.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Satisfaction not always guaranteed

I can't not be just a bit circumspect about the people that happen to come in and out of our lives because of this venture. Sometimes you hope to help others. Sometimes you just enable whatever previously bad habit they came with. Sometimes we get help. Either way, good or bad I learn something from everyone.

Today, I had help. Though I was dog-tired from a late night shift working on the Eloquent, I can't just sit and let a mess be. When I have a opportunity to tackle something I just can't sit back and ignore it. This is to my peril mind you - I don't allow myself much rest because of it.

We--Steve, Troy, Marcus and I moved another irresponsible roommates things from his room and made way for some dry firewood. So Marcus just got rid of one person's pile of crap, only to make room for another person's pile of crap. But, there is a clean and tidy space downstairs! Some firewood got cleaned up from the docks as well as the stern deck got cleaned up a bit and begun some stockpiling of dry firewood for winter already. YEA!!

Greig gets irritated at me because it seems like I am not having much fun. Well how much fun is it constantly cleaning up someone else's mess? Ya, I am sure you'd agree not so much too.

This I have found. Inasmuch as there are many projects I would like to start/finish/complete. Sometimes just cleaning one mess is a catalyst for some other thing to completed. And that isn't always completed by me, much to my chagrin. It would be great if I could just be content at that. Sometimes I think I should just resign myself to the fact that the best tool at hand is the broom and dustpan.

I need to learn how to delegate better.

Now where in the heck have they (dustpan and broom) disappeared to now..."ARRGGHH! Marcus!!! Where did you put the broom and dustpan now?"

"Its over by the hammer."

"And where is that?"

"You, know, it's in its spot."

Smartass.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Hello Texas!


Our new friend Linda Weaver from Texas tells me we made the Herald Democrat out of Sherman, Texas. Sherman man reunites with ship is the name of the article. Click on the link to read the article on-line.

So if you are visiting us from Texas, welcome! But the vessel is 136 feet in lenght, not 60 as the article states.

We're a bit crazy up here taking on such an enormous project. But it may just be the only one left around of its kind. It is hugely unconventional but given our means it is a soloution that is at least working to keep the Bowie alive.

We were so tickled that Linda found us! Really we never expected but had hoped there may have been a few original crew members still around.

Thanks for visiting and Happy Fourth of July!