'My New York Jacket'

Those that know me know all about 'My New York Jacket'. My wonderful, cool, very much researched & long awaited jacket. So long awaited that I actually became a little obsessed about it. So obsessed about it that I started learning geographical features of it's birth place in anticipation of it's arrival.

I know, that IS a bit weird....

anyway, my jacket arrived.

...and I couldn't possibly do anything but LOVE my jacket, I was commited to it after all. But the truth is - and this is the first time I've said this out loud - it's not all that perfect. It rides up at the back, is really tight, has super long arms and a short torso, and has tags on the pocket zips, that when done up, sit perfectly atop my nipples.

Rather like pasties. (Xave reckons it's been designed by a bloke for a laugh).

Now what might you ask does 'My New York Jacket' have to do with a yacht? Well, today, (and yesterday, and maybe even the day before), the yacht felt very much like my jacket. TIGHT. AND. UNCOMFORTABLE.

My pride is at stake though, so I will continue to live aboard the yacht, and I will continue to wear my jacket. but perhaps, given the circumstances, I will henceforth cease to wear the jacket ON the yacht.

Clever friends....

Port and starboard watches. Like I said, clever friends!

Windmill thingamajiggy

Has anyone ever noticed those pretty little star shaped windmills on yachts? I have, and I reckon they're so pretty that I insisted that we need one.

Apparently they're wind generators, and they charge the batteries.

Xave then informed me that wind generators are good because, unlike solar panels, they are able to work overnight, and they take up much less space. (I am not informed enough to know which is more effective).

So, yesterday, Xave connected our pretty little star shaped thingamajiggy, & I ran around taking photos of it from every conceivable angle marvelling at the pure spunk of it.

... and last night, as the sun set, I watched it from the deck, and listened to it purringly charging the batteries in a fabulous & breezy manner, whilst inside our cabin, the vibrations roared like a freaking jet engine.

ALL NIGHT.

I'm a bit tired and thingy today..

Harbour Life. (a few new pics)

Sucking it up.

Through my tears of exhaustion and overwhelmedness this morning, amid the claustrophobic clutter or my new life, my beautiful and exceptionally understanding "this is why I didn't want to move onto the boat early" husband, reminded me of the good stuff. He reminded me of what adventures were instore for Family Robinson. He pointed out how happy and excited the kids are, (Dizzy has a way to go), and he also reminded me that I was going to the pub with my girlfriends tomorrow night.

Thank God.

Sun day.

.. and it rained for 40 days and 40 nights.

Our kids are 4.5 and almost 3, and in their lifetime, it hasn't really rained for more than a minute. - and now I've just looked at the forecast, and it's apparently going to rain for the rest of our lives.

This of course coincides beautifully with our new living arrangements. On a 14 metre yacht. That's 14 metres of fun fun fun, 14 metres of tubs, 14 metres of 'non raining' area, and today it was 14 metres of 'out of bounds' area due to Xave and Romi, our fridge mechanic, crawling around in the engine room with the floor up for 8 hours.

Yippety flippin' yee.

... and if it does continue to rain, at least we will be safe on our ark. Of sorts.