Friday, November 28, 2008

Life and good times with the Goblin

We sold another boat! Yipee. The Green Goblin, is a 22' Fibreform and we called it that 'cos it was green and gobbled up the gas. We had many lovely times on the Goblin. Enjoy Andrew!

Greig's daughter Dosha, aged 9, Aug 2005, coming back from an afternoon on Wreck Beach.


And his son Bui, 12 here and in this picture I could see the
handsome young man he was becoming.


I know I have more pictures of us playing on the Goblin, but most of them were pre-digital camera. Fun times.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Tips for new paupers

Occasionally, Matt in Portsmouth, NH, kindly sends me an email or a link to something interesting. It was completely depressing given the current state of my health* at the moment but I've read it several times and felt the need to share. Apparently some elements in this article, reminded him of some of the things I have written about in this blog. That said, both Greig and I had to nod our heads in agreement with the writer, John Dolan. Yes, there is a mention of boats in the article too.

Favorite bits:
  • "They’re flinchy people, mainly, who spend a lot of time waiting for things. When you’re waiting, you get very frustrated but you don’t want to shake things up. So they’re tense, bitter, sociable, gossipy and treacherous—a fine cross-section of the population."

  • "They’re not going to mug you. They are going to try to get any cash you have, and God did they get a huge chunk of our last resources, but it was friendly, schmooze-based extortion, just like in the middle-class world."

  • "Tom Cruise can go fuck himself. Prozac saved our lives. I won’t go into the sordid details but really, I don’t think we’d be here now if Saint Prozac hadn’t extended a sacred hand to us.

  • "If you want a break from the relentless olfactory fact of being around unwashed large mammals, sidle up to somebody who smokes. That’s the one good thing about cigarettes, and it may be why losers all smoke. Don’t smoke just for that, though. Cigarettes are insanely expensive and turn lots of poor people into cringing beggars."

  • "The old world is very much alive, and has it in for you. Do anything to keep it from killing you."
Thanks Matt!

*(I am recuperating from 2.5 months of various and sundry antibotics for a strep/bladder infections which has turned out to be Mononucleosis. I had been taking Cipro but had a terrible reaction and handed the pills back to my doctor. It has really thrown my liver out of whack, given me killer migranes, nausea and the lymph nodes in my neck, particularly the left side are swollen out the wazoo.)

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

"Wake up!"

"You're sinking," he said. It was 5am.

"Oh crap," I bolted up out of bed, my fevered brain bouncing inside my skull with a solid thunk.

Gawd. It just doesn't bleedin' end! One thing after another. Well, I wasn't
really sinking but I was taking on water. And this is a weird one.

I have two black tanks for this boat. I have no where to pump these black tanks to so they are bypassed. This black tank on the port side was dribbling out a steady stream of water from the 4" drain pipe and into the hold. It isn't connected to any of the interior plumbing and there is no where it could fill from the out drain. So where was the water coming from?


"Let's just get a pump in it and then just go back to bed and sleep and we'll finish this off when I get home later," Greig said, as he was off to drive for the new Granville Island Water Taxi.


What happened was the 1" vent pipe that leads from the top of the tank through the hull must have got below the waterline enough to and siphon enough back into the black tank, causing it to over flow even though it sits above the water line.

I literally didn't have the boots for this but I needed a pair of gummies anyway. And I needed Tylenol and ginger ale. When you are sick, as I have been for this past week, you don't always have the luxury of just ignoring things. Especially when the other half is working on another boat across town. Besides, he is too big to try and contort himself into that hole, bend over that cross brace and stuff a shoulder up under that rafter and twist around to get at that pipe clamp behind the black tank. Ya, baby, fun times with old poopy water dripping on you. (Some men find that hot apparently). Ah well, plumbing is one of those blue chores I don't mind tackling normally but when I am sick it makes me a big weepy crybaby.

I pulled the spare bilge pump out of the port side engine hatch and stuck it in the forward leaky one and kept up with pumping it most of the day until I got the validation to fix what I thought had to be fixed.

I cut off that vent pipe and stuffed a cork in it and clamped it up. I'll shop vac out that hold when I am feeling better and figure out a way to get all that water out of that tank. I don't need the extra weight in my bow.

That all said, old poopy water isn't as bad or toxic as old gasoline gone bad. I will take the former over the latter in a heartbeat!

Thursday, November 06, 2008

All I want for Christmas is shore power.

Much to our chagrin and desperation, we bought a diesel genset. And a schwack of fuel from Mini-Tankers.

The first one (6000KW) ran fine (after we got it home and lugged it down the dock and into boathouse) but it produced no juice. We lugged it back over the dock and up the ramp again, and came home with a used 5000KW King.

The whole shore power issue is indeed tied up in property development and Big Cheese is trying to get plans for the electrical from his architect who is apparently not so johnny-on-the-spot with returning calls. But now at least it has met the approval stage from the City so it is in process.

All I want for Christmas is shore power.

Alas, I fell into a fevered sleep thanks to the onset of the latest bug I've caught and so I let the Nagata run out of fuel the other day. BIG MISTAKE. Greig has not been able to get that restarted and will take it in to KMS for a stroke and a tickle to get that back going.

Now our new (used) King, has a "silent" sticker on it but it is anything but. Greig was only able to get it half power up the floatie. We had to run an extension cord for the fridge into bathroom to run it. Hopefully if they build a generator shack on the dock those gensets can go in there and maybe we can shut a door on that racket.

In the meantime, the November misery has begun. I fell into another fevered reverie whilst he puttered about to get everything hooked up.

There is no way I could do all this without him. Well, maybe in a non-run-down-marina-with-real-infrastructure-and real-systems in place.


Maybe, but I live in
lower Dogpatch.