I had all winter to work on my boat to make it close enough to perfect. Did I use winter to work on anything? Heck no. Why? I’m going to cite craptastic weather and my access to 30 amps of continuous power as the main productivity-draining culprits. You know what they say: power tends to corrupt, and absolute power tends to corrupt absolutely. My faithful laptop is my conduit to the rest of humanity, and if you look long enough, you can find things on the internet that are interesting/funny/stupid/frustrating/insightful and on and on. Darn internet. Continue reading →
The S/V Libby is a girl, and a girl lives within. When she sailed under a different name, she was a liveaboard boat for 30 years, and I have to assume that she was inhabited by a y-chromosomed individual, one who didn’t put a great deal of thought into her interior. When I first saw and fell in love with my boat, I saw so much potential for beauty, and lots of work to be done to make her look amazing. Now that I’m living here, it’s time to start making plans for how to bring her out of the seventies and into the new millennium.