Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Minor disasters 101

I was about two blocks away from the marina when I got the call that Glen's boat (name unknown) that it was leaning over against the bow of the Express. He tells me it was one of the first diesel passenger vessels on the coast.

It has been here for some time. At 90' is 20' less than the Express. Ken has wanted it gone from here for some time for it sits betwixt his lease and the neighbours.

We had an exceptionally low tide yesterday which are expected all week. Thus, Espresso, as the girls call it, listed and fell over. You can see in this first pic the aluminum roof laying on the deck of the Express.

With a huge groan a racket it tipped over further and the Glenn's wheelhouse fell off completely.

Oh I felt just terrible for him! For in spite of its appearance he says it actually was running. It's a big straight eight Gardner. Additionally, I noticed he's got a Lister genset too and a whole bunch of mahogany, oak and cedar that I wanted to help him salvage last night. If only to throw up on the bow of the Express if just to keep it all from floating away on him. But he was so surprised that it actually tipped over that he was in quite a bit of shock.

Plus the rain started to pour on hard as the early evening wore on and as the tide came in to cover it. Greig got coverage for his water taxi shift and they went out to pick up a trash pump for it.

So by this afternoon he had it well in hand and pumped out and a big bunch of clean up to do. Funny that as when we moved the Express in we wanted to have our bow on the inside of him but he wasn't terribly keen to cooperate. Think he may have changed his mind now.

He's got a bit of a disaster on his hands to be sure. That said, I am moreover pleased for Glen that he's been able to pump this out himself for there was no way in hell I was going to let the bottom feeder that "happened" to sneek into the property yesterday, take advantage of Glen's misfortune. He's caused enough misery for enough people and so I took great satisfaction at throwing his backside off the property. The New Westminster Police constable on scene and I had a good chuckle over it too. (Rob, I was really wishing I had a few dumpster loads of carnivore manure to drive my point home to this person!)

Well it always seems to be this. Just when you think you'll have a moment of peace to do this thing or that, some minor disaster lurks just around the corner to throw a spanner into your plans.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Some technology I can do without

For those of you who chose to Twitter take no offense but I am just not going to Twitter.

Ever.

Notwithstanding this hilarious video I have jacked from Leap's blog and it is reason enough for me to not be a Twit.



I am doing even less of all that on Crackbook these days. Really I am easy to find and if people really wanna know they can call, e-mail or comment here.

Go ahead. Say something nice. And who the heck are you and why are you here?

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

And now there are three

At our peak we had six vessels and now we are down to three. We sold the Sea Ferring on the weekend and I have somewhat mixed feelings.

Recently we'd done such a good amount of work inside that I wanted to see it finished. However, our wants and needs have changed and we've been trying to pare down for sometime. At 72' it is a heavy beast and the responsibility for all these vessels has always weighed heavy on me. One or two are fine but I have other interests and find so much of this lifestyle puts the boat, or in our case boats and ships, in the forefront. Wee me was lower on the priority list. I felt a tremendous sense of relief when we sold the Bowie last fall and it was a step in the right direction. I had hoped it would have been a bit easier at the new locale and in many ways it beats the old one in spades. However, the winter and the whole shore power stupidity really took a toll on us. I was beginning to have my doubts that old habits and expectations would rear its ugly head at me again.

Really, if I wanted to be a social worker I'd have gone to school for it. So why choose it as a lifestyle choice? I suppose I wanted to be the supportive girlfriend and things snowballed so much. Boy though, is it ever hard to extricate oneself from such a role try as one might.

It isn't going far, just up the river a bit. The reality is the bigger they are the harder they are to sell...or give away even, especially given the current economy. It is $400 a month moorage that we don't have to spend or improve upon and moreover, to be responsible for. That someone bought it AND they are taking it away?

Ding, ding, ding!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

A door ajar

Lately there has been a wee mystery. I keep going into the bathroom and finding the shower door ajar. It's odd for you can close it an it latches with a friction fit just fine. I like to keep it closed because if a boat does go by, I fear it swinging back and smashing up against the side of the toilet.I thought with all the kids here they were just forgetting to close it but I can't blame them. It isn't so much of a worry now but potentially will be when warmer weather brings more boat action in the neighbourhood. I fear it smashed and glassy bits all over the floor.

video

Tobias, aka "kitty PLUS," whom I adopted from my friend Sparrow when she went AWOL to Hungary, is the culprit. Seemingly a bruiser weighing in at 15lbs, he's a lousy mouser with a wonderful disposition. The vet only thinks he's a pound or two overweight but otherwise not really "fat." He's a pretty chill cat that has a tiny squeeky voice and he likes to body slam you and get his butt slapped hard. I mean really hard. Who know big Toms loved that?

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Please excuse me while I pick my backside up off the floor...

Crazy Jack emailed me that he just got married...and they are pregnant. Which normally would be not that shocking but Jack is some 74 years of age and has several grown children already who are in their late 20's and early 30's too.

His email to me:
we got married on valentine's day
got pot
got rum
got vodka
got borshcz
got coffee and tea
got pregnant
now, bloody honeymoon is over and got to get to work, buy a land, house,
red truck
do you guys feel like coffee or something on st patrick's?

elena still has a condo on 821 cambie, # 708, corner of robson till april

but we are packing for a gig out of town, marina or fishing lodge or a ship
and i am giving my notice at the end of the month.
mike, the movie maker is now a vancouver cop.
mark has signed a tour with NO HORSES across caNADA AND us.
PLS advise when safe to visit, snow and power outlook still looks bleak in new west.

shalom
jack & Elena
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Now Jack came to live with us on the Bowie and to say he was a character was an UNDERSTATEMENT. I actually found him rather disgusting at first but he grew on me. He was a pain in the ass but still Greig and I grew fond of the silly bugger. He's a civil engineer, major bullshit artist, polish, chain-smokin' coffee drinking...a plethora of health problems. He once had called for an ambulance and when the lads came to take care of him, asked them for a cup of coffee. Of course, that request quickly prompted the crew to leave.

Jack is the kind of crazy that just starts talking to you about stuff out of the blue and often completely out of context so you always found yourself shaking your head trying to understand what the heck exactly he was on about. Usually it took a moment or two to catch up to speed. He did this intentionally to see what kind of a rise he could get out of you. I think it was to give the impression he was crazy but he was really anything but. I am convinced that for him it was sport to get his digs into some of the guys around there. Much of it on the lesser intelligent ones, hell even the more intelligent one would get so apoplectic! He'd have me howling with laughter sometimes. Did I say he kinda looked like death most of the time? Like some kind of Transylvania grim reaper with a Cheshire cat grin. I actually have a photo of him somewhere lounging on the hood or roof of a hearse. I'll have to dig that out. FOUND IT!

Now the funny thing in all of that when my Mother met him, she LOVED him. He had this deep, smoky eastern European accent and if I ever saw my mother swoon at the sound of a man's voice I am sure she did that the first time she met him. She's so easily swayed...

Jack could stir the pot easily with the other tenants as he was rather set in his ways. He and Evil Mark would have screaming matches over the state of the galley and well, pick anything. Mark once threw a stapler at his head and smeared butter over the doorknob to the his bedroom. Really, it was rather infantile but such was the nature of communal living. Though from what we've experienced, nobody really does that particularly well.

Well then, I suppose it is time for a cocktail party for the happy couple. Wonder if I could get anyone to come...

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Spanky new salon walls

Well it has begun to look like a salon again! Here are some mid-progress pictures of the salon on the Sea Ferring. The exterior walkways that used to go down either side have been eliminated and made for more room. There were side windows that we couldn't salvage, but anyone who ever lived in there covered them up anyway so apparently these were redundant.

Also too, there was lovely cabinetry and storage is gone for the time being. We can build more for there at some point but for now this will do. The sky light has been elevated and in the photo directly below and to the right of that speaker was the nasty spot that was constantly leaking and wet. We've made allowances to put in another couple of sky lights if need be but I would like to put some recessed lighting in the ceiling in the next few months.

Ah it smells so much better in there now. Above the garbage can in the ceiling there is a small hole that leads to the upstairs area of the entrance, galley and bathroom. We are going to make that hole just a bit bigger and put in a fan to move the air about. I think a simple bathroom fan will suffice.

Here is a merged photo of the salon looking forward. Yes, I know it is a bad photo-stitching job but you get the idea which is moreover, the point. Behind the plastic in the doorway is a substantial sized v-berth and we are going to put two bunks in there with below bed storage, plus another ladder for a secondary escape hatch from below decks. That woodstove gets it cooking in there in nothing flat. Behind it Denis Sr. has utilized the exisiting bricks to make a wood storage spot. Over on the right there were also bricks for more storage. These are being removed and in that spot we'll build a small built in armoire of sorts.

I've seen a bunch of the UK bloggers using what they call "rockwool" insulation. Denis Sr. and I discovered some at the Home Depot and while spray insulation would have been nice it was way too expensive. I had thought of a rigid foam - also way to expensive and it just didn't have the R-value that we thought was necessary. It is called mineral insulation here - I can't think of the brand name off hand now. We didn't want traditional fibreglass insulation either for it just becomes infested with mold. The package claims to say the material won't grow mold so and if you pour water on it it rolls right off the surface. So we gave it a whirl. It is nicer to use as the fibreglass is so nasty to work with. We're holding off on insulating the ceiling for a bit too whilst we save up to finish this all off.