“I have a splitting headache.” I hand Skye down to Geoff and proceed to climb slowly off the boat, trying to keep my head as still as possible. I am not prone to headaches, especially now that I’ve gotten good about wearing sunglasses so that I don’t overwork my eyes. But often now, when working on the boat, I’ll leave after a few hours with my head pounding.
I scrubbed mold off of wood and fiberglass, from underneath floorboards, from off the ceiling and inside the head. I have slowly been winning the battle against mold. But yesterday, as Skye napped in the vberth and the headache came on, I realize there was still one more place to conquer, underneath the headliner.
Now, I get it. The carpety headliner dampens sounds and absorbs moisture, making the boat all around more pleasant. But it is nasty after have set up for so long and full of mold. My hope was to get all the deck leaks repaired before replacing it, but the urgency may move up once we move on the boat if keeping the hatches open still doesn’t provide enough air flow to combat the mold.
Meanwhile, my many helpers are at work scrubbing the bottom, scrubbing the lockers, and removing old corroded hinges to be replaced with shiny new ones. I’ve moved in a few trinkets just to make the boat feel a little like home. It’s amazing how far a few clothes hangers and books go in making a place feel right.
The count-down till move-aboard is on and I’m impatient. We were at a yacht club party Saturday night and someone asked me how I was doing living in a house. I answered honestly, “I miss the boat, I miss my space, I miss having just what I need and no extra space. I miss sitting outside in the cockpit eating supper and having to remove Skye two-dozen times from the ladder.” We’ve got a long way yet to go on boat work, but slowly it is coming together and soon it will at least be liveable and most important, in the water. Then we can make it our home.