I’m still counting the days.
The wind vane installation is going slowly. The fabricator
has delivered the mounting parts but the fellow I have preparing the transom is
taking his time. Well, that, and the weather isn’t cooperating. The boarding
ladder had to be removed in order to fit the mounting bracket. I called on the
fiberglass guy to come fill the holes and clean up the paint and now I have one
coat of gelcoat in place and am hoping for a clear weather window for him to
finish the job.
Once done, it’s off to the races to get the steering gear
set up and dialed in.
I am getting so much support from neighbors. Three have
loaned me books and travel guides to help with the trip planning. One has given
me a copy of his trip log to Florida to use as a guide. Everyone is really
enthusiastic and cheering me on.
I, on the other hand, am feeling a bit unsure about this
whole thing. I’m not sure why but I’m becoming apprehensive. I suppose it’s the
whole “journey into the unknown” thing but it has me bugged. I’m putting it
down to “normal jitters about big changes” and moving forward.
This is what I’m going with: Here I’m living in the known
world and no longer happy with it. Out there I’ll be experiencing new things
and seeing new stuff and people. I really do believe it will be for the best. And hey; If
I don’t like it I can reinsert myself into this place and try something else.
But I’m really rooting for liking it and
continuing the project. I don’t know how long I’ve got. Do you?
