Monday, December 28, 2009

A day in Vancouver

KatKam, which I have listed here on my links has a wonderful video of that glorious day last summer during fireworks when it stormed. It is a compilation of all its photos of that day but pretty cool all lumped into a time lapsed video.

Watch it here.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Good advice

Today, the Bums posted this quote on their blog: 

"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
- Teddy Roosevelt

Merry Christmas and compliments of the season to all of you. May 2010 bring lots of love, light, happiness and inspiration. Thanks for sharing.

xo Tana

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Plastic Fantastic

Anyone heard of the Plastiki Expidition? A catamaran has been built from recycled plastic and they are sailing it from San Francisco to Sydney.

Check it out here.

Saturday, December 05, 2009

Accidents can happen so quickly

This is old news but still quite spectacular piece of video and appropriate to my week of Marine Emergency Duties (MEDs) training than I expected. We watched plenty of videos on all kinds of marine disasters, but this one that someone sent Greig on Facebook was of the North Arm Venture from July of this year, which we used to see cruising by the Bowie often. I recall hearing about a tug flipping up in Skookumchuck Narrows (pronounced skoo-cum-chuck) last summer but this is the first I realize it was the Venture nor had I of  heard or seen of this video.

Here is the link to the video taken by some kayakers and the article in the Coast Reporter Newspaper.

Thankfully, a beautiful summer day and you can see nobody was wearing life jackets either. It was so very, very quick. The Narrows are a renowned perilous stretch of water and a challenge to any skipper towing anything through it at the best of times.

I was really surprised at how long it took the engines on this to stop. I guess one crew man was trapped in there for some time but did get out thankfully. Lucky that this didn't turn out worse than it did.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Essential Skills

I have been employed part-time on the charter boats for some years now and it was a job I never applied for but just fell into via my relationship with Greig. Out of high school I got into the restaurant/hotel industry with the thought that maybe I'd go to school and get into management. After working for a few years in it I realized it wasn't my cup of tea and I needed something more creative.

In the past few years I have accrued a substantial amount of sea time, albeit fairly close to shore, working most weekends and my regular 8-4, M-F government job. Still, time on a boat is still time on a boat. In all that time I've never gone for any of my MEDs (Marine Emergency Duties) or any of the Transport Canada certifications. I've half heartedly looked into the STCW 95. The intent would be to could get that certification and potentially quit my real job and finally go crewing somewhere warm and tropical? As much as I put it off no education is ever wasted but it would have to occur when it was more convenient for me to do so.

Big Cheese has offered to pay for it in the past but it has always require me taking paid vacation time from my "real" job to which I kind of balked against. It was somewhat of a contentious issue with me and Greig for he has always pushed for us to work more together and while that isn't so problematic per se, I actually like my job as a designer. I also balked because I felt by in large that my "real" job that provided the extended health care and regular hours was "crap" in his mind and that just irked me. Now that isn't really how he felt or intended, but it was how I was made to feel about it moreover. Chalk that up to male/female communication issues/misunderstandings yet again.

OK, sure my "design" job is a lowly community college and I am not working for some fro-frooy ad agency downtown getting written up in Applied Arts, the GDC or Print*.  Sure that maybe does has more cachet. Bottom line, I like it. I love the people I work with  and they are also dear friends. I've worked in enough dreadful places to know how precious that is. It is collaborative and like most other post-secondary institutions, more conservative than you'd realize. I always use to joke that one of my fellow classmates from Langara had "my" job for she went from here to Outside Magazine (once one of my favorite mags) to the now defunct and much missed Blueprint and then onto Martha Stewart Weddings. "She" worked in New York, for MARTHA!  I envied her while I toiling away in a ultimately dead end government job trying to convince people to not use Comic Sans or clip art.

And really, over the years of dealing with various and sundry boat emergencies it was something I "should" have had. Once I was crew when we ran aground just of Point Atkinson and the skegs got pretty much ripped off the Eloquent. That was a scary incident because it was a calm summer day and I didn't know what we hit as I was pouring behind the bar. But Greig kept me calm and we mustered passengers and kept everyone else calm and luckily all was relatively fine. Still, it was scary.

It was a hell of a scare too when the Pacific Express caught fire too. Greig had pushed and pushed the landlord there  to get a fire pump on those rickety docks. He had training and thus the confidence to direct others when it was most important and amongst us got the fire out by in large by the time the Richmond Fire department arrived.

Then, I was on the Partnership with earplugs in steam cleaning some carpets. My steam cleaner is noisy so I didn't hear people yelling.  Ultimately, I was alarmed by the vibration of people running up and down the dock, shut down the machine and pulled out my plugs to hear what the panic was about. Again, beside Mt. Kleeman, I could hear people yelling and hollering but I couldn't see the Express on fire until I walked all the way around the other side of it. At the time, the tide was low and the main dock  sat on the beach at a 15% angle. One of the fire hoses was already out and laying on the dock and with the lean it had rolled under Mt. Kleeman. The hose and nozzle was pinched amongst all the flotsam that we were constantly inundated with there.

Greig had by that time come home from taking the kids to lunch and had one hose on the fire but needed a second one to give the necessary backup to cool it all down. They kept pulling on the hose but couldn't loosen it off. Given the tilt of the dock and that part of Mt. Kleeman was sitting on the beach there was a gap that I could see. I dropped down onto my stomach and crawled underneath it to see if I could wedge the hose and the nozzle back out of there. It was just out of my reach and the flotsam became a wee bit of a benefit for I was able to wedge my hips far enough in further to grab the hose, free it from the flotsam and hollered, "PULL, PULL, PULL!" And with that they got the second hose on it and managed to get it cooled down before it really got away on us all.

Yesterday and today I have been taking my MED A2s at BCIT and through the Justice Institute of BC. I've got two more days at BCIT.  BCIT is the premier trades and technogy institute here in BC. The "JI," trains all the paramedics and firefighters, as well as additional programs to local police and RCMP.

Today, day two, we went out to Maple Ridge Campus to do the firefighting portion. Besides freezing my backside off we actually got to do some firefighting simulation there. Thankfully we had a fantastic instructor, a now retired 28 year veteran of the Vancouver Fire Department who took this otherwise dry and serious material and made it relevent, practical and interesting. I have to say I did learn a lot and I will from here on in not shop for fire extinguishers in quite the same way! I have been mindful all day of that day on the Pacific Express today, sort of joking with our instructor on my "experience" with boat emergencies.

Tomorrow, we are going to get wet the pool to try and get people in and out of the water. If I think of it, maybe I'll take the camera and post some pictures.

Thankfully, for the sake of my classmates, I've waxed.

*But we DO win awards! Our team one six awards in District 7 at NCMPR. I am proud to say that three of the pieces I designed one three awards too. Yea Douglas!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

When the mountain falls

Who'd have thunk such a prophesy from previous post before would actually result it coming to fruition? The next day even? Well it did indeed.

We've been battered by the Pineapple Express again this winter. November usually means monsoons and wicked windstorms and we've been getting hit again. However for the first time in many, many years, it ain't quite affecting me so 'cos I am squirreled away in my cozy little house - yea me!

We called this 90-foot monster of a boathouse Mt. Kleeman, some days after it arrived down at Mitchell Island several years ago from a local boat broker named Gary Kleeman. He didn't own the boathouse nor the boat inside it that I was ever aware of. He just happened to be the guy charged with selling it all. They located the big beast at the stern of the Bowie and it blocked that off from the rest of the marina like some kind of Berlin Wall on water. Prior to its arrival we could sit on the Bowie's back deck and see who was coming in and out of the yard. We could tell who was who by how they walked and if we didn't recognize them chances were they were not supposed to be there. This big mountain blocked us off from everything and was an eyesore among all the other eyesores, our own eyesores notwithstanding. It seemed everything started going downhill after that.

We took to calling it Mt. Kleeman, it has forever stuck with us. Eventually the boat inside it sold and its owner didn't want the boathouse, Greig's employer and our landlord snapped it up and moved it up to Sather. The Sea Ferring (which I see just recently sank over at Mitchell Island) was in it for a short time last summer and recently it housed, a 40-some foot Hattaras that the Big Cheese was fixing up.

Anyway, my feared prophecy came true in one of last weeks bashings and down it came. I can only say I was pleased that it fell the other way from the Partnership and didn't come down the other way. I am also glad I missed it too. The only thing keeping it from not collapsing entirely was the Hatteras that was still inside it. It doesn't appear any worse for it though.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Just when you think your going one way...

Something comes along to throw a spanner in the whole works.

It has been a difficult move but, I love my new house and I have a new TV and computer and I am in love with this boy from California...his last name is Apple...Ya, we splurged and go me a new Macbook Pro! Now I am just waiting in the cue for the service call for Shaw to come in and hook it all up. See! Ain't he just darling? All that silicon in all the right places...

Yes, Rob and Jamie you are right...I do still have stuff to say and there is some interesting boat developments coming down stream so to speak. Greig says I still have substantial boat assets so just because I am not "living" on them is a whole other thing. So, I guess am reconsidering the end of Waterlogged as it was and making it something else. (Maybe I'll switch to Wordpress from Blogger too. Hmmm...)

Still it is nice to SLEEP through a storm and not be kept awake all night by it bashing and crashing about me wondering if Mt Kleeman, the Boss's boathouse is going to come crashing down on me too. And I have no regrets really on selling the Floatie for I look at and see all those things I don't have to do now. Though I do have to go through and clean it yet...

Thanks for all the lovely emails and messages over the last month. It has been very touching.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The beginning of the end

It is with mixed feelings I announce the sale of the MV Partnership II, aka, the floatie as I like to call it.

It has been sold to a nice young father of two. I didn't expect it to really happen after all we've had plenty of hull kic
kers. It isn't so easy for people to buy a boat let alone a live aboard for banks don't like to touch 'em. (Yes, Ocean Escape, I do concur.)

I would have been happy to remain on the floatie but alas Greig and I have some unresolvable lifestyle issues that neither of us are willing to compromise on. I did just that for a long time and it wasn't working for me. One boat was always enough. Six, too much. I it just me? Am I really that much of a buzz kill? Is it really incredibly selfish on my part to want to do something else other than put all my energy into derelict ships and a revolving door of roommates who, more time than not, have serious anti-social or substance abuse issues? Yes, and for every "bad apple" there were two or three that were stellar and whom we consider family to this day. Renovating the boats, working a full-time job and a part time job was about all there was room for. But I wasn't doing it for me and so it left me fairly unfulfilled. The renos on the floatie were the most fulfilling for me and validated what I knew already that I really could do lots of it myself. I just needed
time to get to it and that was on the short end of the stick. Life is too short to be doing things you don't really wanna. And I wanna do many other things.

It seems that
Waterlogged is coming to an end. Greig has asked that at some point I will go through and make a proper book of the whole adventure. But I have mixed feelings on that too for there have been some incredibly painful things that Greig and I have been through as a couple. Great examples mind you on what NOT to do in relationships and how to kill them. And others have been hurt too but we've all made our respective choices so nobody can play blame game or victim cards. Maybe I'll self publish something through Lulu. A year or so ago I went back to review some of the posts and of course, one story inspires three others that I never got around to writing. It also was painfully obvious how much editing is required too. Mistakes notwithstanding, this has been a wonderful way to journal the whole affair and it just so happened a few people dropped around to read it and I made a few extra friends along the way. Thankfully too, should that time come I 've lots of editor friends who'd probably be eager to point out all my errors, bad grammar and spelling mistakes.

I'm moving ashore in a too expensive rental suite in a house, with a yard, that actually will let me take Tobias. I can walk to work and park that durn car! When I find some balance and equilibrium back in my life I may start on the
Hari Mai, unless of course it sells too. Truly, it's been my favorite boat of the whole bunch. Maybe I'll start a blog about that boat yet.

One of these days I'll finally shut down the Bowie site but I have to ask my web collegues on how to archive all that in a way that doesn't keep the url active, yet present as a reference point for the US-PCS class ships.

I had a dream about the Bowie last night. I am not one to ever remember my dreams, much as that frustrates me. In it and for some reason, we were down in front of Mitchell Island out on the river in front of it. I was on some boat. I looked over to the Bowie's stern and I thought it was looking too low in the waterline and clearly taking on water. Somebody better get that pump in the Laz going! Then it suddenly started sinking fast. My first thought was fear that somebody was on it and the only person not screaming was Dave L. cheering at its demise. It went down in the stern like an orca whale spyhopping and it rolled over and floated underneath us and drifted with the outgoing tide and river current. We poked at is uselessly with our pike poles. Then I woke up, with an incredible feeling of sadness. It was just a dream and is floating fine last I heard annoying Rolly still with its presence. Go Bowie Go!

Thanks all, it's been ducky.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Ghostly apparition

"Hey!" He hollered from upstairs. "Grab the camera and run over to the portside of the Express and get a load of that!"

I grabbed the camera and popped on to the Express and gazed out into the foggy morning mist to see this floating up the river on the incoming tide.

Clearly it had taken on water by the way it was listing and who knows how long it has been floating along. My money is that someone took advantage of a foggy dark morning and the incoming tide and set that adrift to get rid of it.

I didn't recognize it from any marina either down or up river from us and tried to zoom in close.

Greig, now dressed, decided to investigate in Wee Skiffy but alas, by the time he got even close all he could see was the roof... going under the log boom.

I think it was a much neglected Cruise-a-home.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Boats burn in Coal Harbour

Three boats were ablaze this morning downtown in Coal Harbour. This article on CBC's web site has more details.

Having been through a fire on the Express, they are so very scary. Thankfully we had fire pumps on the dock and got two hoses on it before the Richmond Fire Deparment arrived with their trucks, and Greig and company managed to have much of it out. Still, all that fibreglass would have made for a much more toxic affair than our old wood subchaser.

Thankfully, no one was hurt. I am always amazed at the insipid and inane comments often left by people on such posts.

More photos on CTV's site here:

Monday, October 12, 2009

Some TLC for a Grey Marine

Yipee! I am happy for we have found someone to weld cast and the Hari Mai's engine can finally be repaired. I know that Streak can go fast, fast. But given my druthers, I'll take the slow easy cruising of the the Hari Mai over zippy-go-go anytime. Plus, it is just a cooler boat all the way around.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Clearly...not enough action?

By the fact I have 11 comments regarding an electric fence indicates yer all bored, or apparently fascinated with electric fences. It wasn't even boat-y and I only wrote it to throw a bone into my dearth of postings.

Sigh...well here is some new "action" from our little hole in the river.

This place trumps the old one by the fact that in spite of all the log booms in our vicinity, we just don't have the logs attacking us like they did at Mitchell. Yea! Fighting with dead heads for two hours every night was just no fun at all. Still, we need wood to burn and there is lots of crap to clean up around here too that doesn't involve having to haul logs out to buck up and split and most of it can head straight for my woodstove. There are remains of older docks up on shore and so we are recycling lots of the wood there for planks on the docks that are, well, so rotten a small child or toby, my cat could fall through it. We've got a fair amount done and I got ambitious with the pressure washer and finally got to one of my list items from May. Yes, from May.

The upstairs railing around the floathouse is covered in rather unsightly cedar shakes. Yes, I would love to replace it with something different and gain a few more inches of walkway space up there. But I have to live with what I've got for now. So I attacked it with the pressure washer and did the front, starboard side and across the stern. Alas, the dock between me and Mt. Kleeman was removed to make room for the Malcite's arrival and so Mt. Kleeman is smack right beside me. There are some overturned docks about and when Greig finally feels ambitious enough to tackle turtling them to their upright position we can slide one of those puppies between the floatie and Mt. Kleeman. Then I'll arm up again and hit the shakes on the port side and give them a good scrubbing.

Gawd, was I ever filthy from that. A lovely brown woody sludge covered just about everything so I had to do a final rinse of every surface with just the garden hose. I am ever so thankful that this sunny weather holds and continues to cooperate.

I carried on with washing off some of the new dock planks too and when that is all "done" I guess we'll have to throw down some anti-slip device (probably chook wire) as it will all get terribly slippery as soon as it thinks to get a bit frosty around here.

And if this weather holds, maybe I'll get some painting and staining done!

Thursday, September 17, 2009


I was back home in the interior visiting my folks and one recent add-on in Dad's garden is this spanky new electric fence. With so many deer about and in trying to keep bears away from the fruit tree he decided to make this wee investment.

He was having trouble and the whole thing seemed to be bedeviling him a bit as he didn't think any current was running through it. On my last afternoon there I had put in my request to take some of his bounty home with me. I had my dibs on beans, tomatoes, cukes, peaches and apples from the Gravenstein tree. (He's also got Northern Spy, Red and Golden Delicious, and Fuji's). The Grav's are my favorite though for eating even though they are a cooking apple mostly.

Mum and I tackled the beans, many of which were too big and woody and destined for the compost bin. I had filled a bucket and headed back out of his netted garden to go dump the first pail. The gate didn't open all the way, due to the slope of the ground and so I had put the metal bail of the bucket against the wire of the electric fence. We were in the garden and I thought he had turned off as he was frustrated that it wasn't working.

I eased myself around the gate and grabbed the bail on the bucket and discovered to my surprise that yes, the fence well and truly was working.

"Hey Dad!" I hollered up from the garden, "Are you still thinking you're fence isn't working?"


"It is now! I just got bit!"

"Wonderful!" he hollered back.

Gee...thanks Pa! Glad to help.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


Tugster posted a link to the Waterpod but I missed it until my friend and our old roommate Marcus sent me a link to this video on Facebook.

I have always thought that as land becomes more scarce and sea levels rise that we must find alternatives in our lifestyles and these folks should be applauded in their experiment here. Municipalities on water all over should be taking more proactive approaches rather than maintain a "head-in-the-sand-itis."

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Big and pretty

Of course this beauty doesn't grace our waters much and was bound to have me wondering just who owned it. The SY Rosehearty had been anchored out in English Bay for a few days in August. Now that, is a yacht. A Google search on it turned up lots of links.

Oh, it belongs to Rupert. As in Murdock. Very sweet. Oh to be so financially flush.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

MVF Heroine

I've stumbled across another boat blog via the Strathspey, to add to the blogroll. The MFV Heroine is undergoing a lovely re-build/restore in Scotland. Nice to see somebody trying to do things right and with a bucket of $$ to go with it.

Here is a quote from the May 2009 post which I loved:
"Also, his advice was not to fall in love with anyone who wasn’t as mad about boats as you are because they will make you sell the boat, and give up your dream, and cause you to go back to Inverness to work in an oven-like basement for 14 hours a day …"

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

God trumps South Africa

I am a bit tardy in posting these photos but I have to say that last Saturday night's Fireworks, with South Africa on deck, was one of the most phenomenal experiences I've ever witnessed. And really South Africa did a fine show but it didn't hold a candle to the sunset thunderstorm out in the middle of the chuck.

Heading out in a fine warm drizzle.

Looking back toward the West End and out popped out a rainbow.

The rain kept up and I really thought it would all just pass over quickly to cool things off...

...but it stayed, and so has the humidity. Really I can't do this justice as even the air was glowing orange. It was a most blessed light that moved many of us.

Lucky. Wish you'd been there.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

It's flippin hot!


And I love it.

I love summer and I love the heat. It must be payback for last year's crappy summer and a miserable winter.

We went berry picking last weekend and I got ambitous and made my first batch of raspberry jelly ever.

And with the mountains of basil it would have been a cardinal sin in my mind's eye to have that go to waste. I ended up with 14 cups of pesto to freeze.


Wednesday, July 22, 2009

First night of fireworks

Click here on the Kat Kam see the ever growin' gong show in English Bay as the clock winds down to the first night of the HSBC Celebration of Light.

This year Canada, China, South Africa and the UK are competing and it is a light show set to music. We can't ever seem to be on one of our own boats as we usually end up working on the charter boats instead. The money is too good to pass up. However, the Streak is going to be out there too and so at least the Laliberte's and Bui, Greig's son and his friends will be able to enjoy it, sans us. Too bad we lost that anchoring buoy off the sailboat from last summer. It was so handy for this exact purpose.

For more barge photos click here for the News 1130 article.
(Photo from

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Green bits here and there

My hanging baskets are putting on a decent show at least.

I've never had basil do so well as this year. I have to get at making more pesto to freeze for I don't want it to go to waste at all. It is proof positive that basil loves the heat and we've had glorious weather so far this year. I guess we're making up for a dreadful winter. The trellis for the beans was scrapped together by my dad and I from a 20' long piece of 1 1/4 " doweling that just washed up between the dock and my boat. I tied a bit of string to give the scarlet runner beans a bit more encouragement but really they've not required much. They just go. Evil Mark is back living with us and though I couldn't get it in the photo here, there is a yellow and black NO TRESPASSING sign which he hacked to say NO TRELLISING. Well I'm gonna anyway.

The nasturtiums have just started to bloom and I built that planter out of some scrap pine my friend Glenna brought home from the set of Sanctuary where she was working as a set carpenter. I just have one tomato plant as I curbed my ambitions for hanging tomatoes this year.

And while not garden-y per se, Our Man on Shore Len had this funky shelf that he was dolling up with me in mind. I have to do a post on Len for he certainly deserves one of his own. It is boat kitch to be sure and you either love it or hate it. I happen to love it. Who says a three legged shelf isn't useful on a boat?

Ya, making GREAT progress on painting the boat aren't I? Just ignore that Corona bottle cap.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Greig's new ride

Greig has a new ride. With the rationale of "How can I live on the water and not have a boat that runs?" It would be like denying the man cheeseburgers. The Hari Mai was running but the Grey marine has some issues and the repair is going to take some time to source out bits and parts. It is a situation that just wouldn't do.

The tentative name is the Indigo Streak, because well he's an Indigo and there is that big blue streak down it's side. I think Indigo Dreamer is more fitting but its not my decision.

We went up the river for a toot the other night. We saw some boats too.

Oh and these are a bit out of order but for the most part that is irrelevant.

This is the New Westminster Quay. I understood it was undergoing renovations and was closed but according to their web site it is open. There has been an attempt to make it like Granville Island for years and because it is privately owned it has failed. New Westminster is an older community in the Lower Mainland and home to a ton of old Victorian styled houses. For many years they've had problems with crime and drugs down on Columbia Street but it is slowly getting re-gentrified. There is a railroad track that runs along here and a large expanse of tiered parking lots and it just looks horrible. The City keep selling its "on the river-ness" but it is otherwise anti-pleasure boats and until they actually do something about prettying it up it's still a bit of a sow's ear. It is here where the Fraser splits between the North arm and the south so it isn't like there is no marine traffic, albeit it is mostly commercial.

The Profiler II belongs to the Federal Government and does the soundings of the river bottom. Our friend Josko is (or one of) it's captain.

This is the MV Edgewater Fortune. And according to this page on Wikipedia a Bay minesweeper built for the Canadian Navy in 1952.

Tug Island Commander which I've never seen underway but that doesn't mean it still isn't operational.

This is the historic tug the Sea Lion. It used to be down at Kitsilano Point at the Vancouver Maritime Museum but I noticed it moved out of there a year or so ago. Here is the museum's blurb on the vessel as it was a significant vessel on the coast at one time and involved in the Komagata Maru incident.

Various Tugs

Cool...floating shack with its own tennis court out front.

Monday, July 06, 2009

wee projects

A few wee things going on of late. I lucked out in having two glorious weeks of weather at the beginning of June as I decided to take two weeks vacation. Since I couldn't afford to leave town, my folks came to visit. I LOVE this when that happens 'cos my dad likes to be useful and I usually have plenty of things lined up for him to help me with.

First, out went my broken dishwasher. It gave up the ghost shortly before leaving Mitchell Island last year and I was only using it to store the metal chaffing dishes in the top left corner. Yes, a clear violation of efficient use of space, but I needed my "Round Tuit" to come back into town to assist such an endeavour. I suppose I could have perused the Craiglist in search of a new-to-me dishwasher or gone to see our guy Len as he's got the barn full of stuff and probably a dishwasher he's keen to sell too. (More on him in another post).

Besides, isn't that why one has kids around but for doing the dishes? space makes my toes curl more than the idea of a new dishwasher. I just have to make a curtain to go over it to keep the dust out.

Of course I am coveting the idea of one day getting new cabinets for these are thrashed and in need of replacement.

And falling under the category of a Tana-happy-project is this funky torchiere lamp that I picked up at an antique store in New Westminster. I paid $10 which cleaned up one can find ugly ones for around $175 minimum. But it is destined for my office at work when it gets done. I've been stripping down the metal and it is a mix of brass and pot metal so some of it will get re-painted and I will just polish up the rest of the brass.

It takes one of those Fat Albert bulbs in the top. Those tend to be pricier than regular bulbs but I like the tri-light functionality. Popping the three light part off turned out easier than expected and you can see the durn thing doesn't work too.

Yup, that grotty wire is going and I will replace it with proper insulated stuff. Here is a project Dad would have loved to help with but they skipped out too early for me to add this to his list. That's OK, I'd just as soon do it me-self.

In my "infinite" brilliance however I took apart one of the lights too "joyously in my journey of discovery" when I should have just left it as is. I lost a fine screw when it fell of my work bench, between the boards in the floor and into the river underneath. I have an alternate screw but I'll have to grind off the business end for it is a wee bit longer than the one I lost. Sigh.

And here are some wee babies. Yup, I think these are the same batch of swans Rhianna saw as there are eight babies here too. Mama swan gave me a wee nip in the upper arm when she thought I was getting too close to her babies.

And it was finally wee skiffy's turn for a buff and polish. Greig thought it should be renamed and put out the call for new names but nobody came up with anything more brillant than the name it has already. I think wee skiffy has been with us now some four years. It didn't come with that arch and some time ago Greig had Wei Tang weld it on for us over at Mitchell but getting round to painting it never came to fruition. I felt we were always going to call it wee skiffy and that it should be kept. And so I won.

There is a pile of sand leftover from the hydro installation so when the innards of the boat was still tacky I had Greig get a bucket of sand from the pile and we scattered it onto the wet paint for anti-slip. Oh yes the fancy boatyards like Arrow use crushed glass for that function but we aren't at all fancy down here on the Fraser river Bayou. Just regular dirt please. A second coat made it all really purdy...I printed out and made a stencil for the name on the bow and...

And speaking of purdy don't Miss Stacey (she is mama to Payton, Dyllon and Denis Jr.) look grand in the new life jacket? We lost a bunch when the Goblin sank last winter during last winter's Cold Snap from Hell. Still need more. They are on the list.

And away they go!

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Fresh cruising season

A week or so ago had us getting back into the charter season groove on Eloquent. It was a glorious, but windy day and a wee bit bouncy on the chuck. I think the first cruise was a burial at sea or some such thing. The last burial we did a few weeks previously had the family members all screaming at each other. Thankfully only English Bay that was dramatic that day.


Alas it was so windy my voice on the recording is totally lost. Bah, I probably wasn't really saying anything of significance anyway. But I think you can see from the rise and fall of the railing an idea of the swell height. Nobody barfed. Three stars!

And as we were leaving the dock on the first cruise we saw a few notable things. The first boat is the Lazy Gal and every time Greig sees it he practically drools. He HEARTS that boat large. I do believe it is a Chris-Craft. And soon after a Monk cruised by. It was really the first nice day we've had here in the city after such a long wet spring and it was a bit busy.

We came out of our docks at False Creek and went round Stanley Park (click here to see a Map of Stanley Park) into Coal Harbour. HRH Prince Edward just was in town doing a dedication. (I'd post the link but it doesn't seem to be working yet.)

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Just taking his snake for a wee bit of exercise

On Monday, when everyone else was sick from the heat, we had a gem of an opportunity to do some family fun. Bui had a professional day and was off from school as did Dosha. This rarely happens that we are all off together. Neither Greig, Bui or I had been to Buntzen Lake and so I decided we had to go for the afternoon to see what it was like. I knew that it would have been stupid busy on the previous day for many folk from Coquitlam, Burnaby and Port Moody go up there and it is crazy on weekend.

Bui and Dosha were playing catch just at the water's edge and suddenly screamed when she got started by this fellow taking his snake for a bit of exercise. Funny though as she says she likes the critters but she caught the attention of everyone on the beach when she yelped.

"Gee," laughed Greig, "I actually never thought I'd see the day to witness my daughter walk on water!"

At first I didn't notice that there was only the one snake but there was another up by his neck.

What we found particularly funny is that off to the right of this photo is a partitioned part for people and there dogs. An otherwise lovely thing for not the constant barking of one dog all afternoon. I was amazed at how many on the beach were offended by this fellow out with his snakes. They were quite under control and came to him when he called to them. Best of all they didn't bark either. Funny that.

Off with the tarp!

Denis Jr, and his gal pal Rowan prepping the wood for Denis Sr.

We've been waiting for a good bout of weather to rip off the tarp and go hard on the roof. Seems like I took my first batch of vacation at a good time too for the weather is screaming hot (breaking records of 41C in the Fraser Valley. Alas the first day off roofing was about 33C and we were so unused to it that the next day had everyone hurting from heat/sunstroke. Well almost everyone as it seems I managed to escape it. Fortunately, the proceeding day gave Denis Sr a breeze so it made all that all so much more tolerable.

Here Denis Jr. and his mum Stacey work on finishing off the sheeting. It has been
partially done since April of last year as Greig started this a week or
two before we did the haul out.

Plastic sheeting covering the bed and Denis Sr. raised the skylite so it can
be removed when we feel like doing so.

I've lived under tarps of various storts for some six years. Once lived for a bit without one but that didn't last very long. I've had a tarp on the floatie for pretty much as soon as we got it for it leaked so bad. I don't know what it is like to not have one on it. Turns out, it is pretty bright.

Greig looking at the beautiful roof and thankful he's not
doing it.Those redhead's can't take the heat very well.

Here Miss Rowan and Stacey take a break on the back of the Express to
do Stacey's hair. A wee bit of roofin' and some hair-doo-in' in between...

It is almost done. Denis Sr. is putting down the last bit of middle as I write and I'll post the finals when it is all done. It looks beautiful and we've added a hatch to get up onto the roof so we won't have to get onto it from the back. I think that I will put down a floating deck so we can put a few chairs up there for it is a primo tanning spot. We have to suss out a proper drip edge for around the front as we've got a slight curve to it all. To have it done for that width would cost more than all the roll on put together. I think we can come up with an alternative that is far cheaper.