It has been almost a month since moving aboard Ryen's Quest. The weather has been totally terrible. We are living along-side which gives us all of the amenities of home. Electricity, and water being the biggies. So life hasn't changed a lot, except it feels like we are camping or on a coastal cruise without moving. Actually, we don't mind this so much.
Al has been out of commission for the last couple of weeks, and for a few weeks to come. He had surgery and as in any surgery he has had to keep himself lieing low. Al makes a terrible patient. He would much rather be the caregiver. His retirement is looming and although he has complained and whined about having to go to work these last few months, I think he will miss the navy. Thirty years is a long commitment to service.
Getting things done on Ryen's Quest has been a challenge. A lot of things can't be done before something else is done first. And it is always the guy who has to do the first thing that doesn't show up. We have been frustrated with merchandise being held up in customs, chain coming in the wrong lengths, hatches being sent or perhaps back ordered, and contractors who bait us that they are coming and never show up at the scheduled time. There has been a tremendous waste of time this summer that could have been used doing some sailing, but we just suck it up and remind ourselves that in a few short weeks we won't be restricted to a two month sailing season. That eases the pressure and we just curl up to a good book. Ryen's Quest is our home now. So whether we are tied up along-side the jetty here, or anchored in some beautiful warm cove down south, we will always be home.
Al has been out of commission for the last couple of weeks, and for a few weeks to come. He had surgery and as in any surgery he has had to keep himself lieing low. Al makes a terrible patient. He would much rather be the caregiver. His retirement is looming and although he has complained and whined about having to go to work these last few months, I think he will miss the navy. Thirty years is a long commitment to service.
Getting things done on Ryen's Quest has been a challenge. A lot of things can't be done before something else is done first. And it is always the guy who has to do the first thing that doesn't show up. We have been frustrated with merchandise being held up in customs, chain coming in the wrong lengths, hatches being sent or perhaps back ordered, and contractors who bait us that they are coming and never show up at the scheduled time. There has been a tremendous waste of time this summer that could have been used doing some sailing, but we just suck it up and remind ourselves that in a few short weeks we won't be restricted to a two month sailing season. That eases the pressure and we just curl up to a good book. Ryen's Quest is our home now. So whether we are tied up along-side the jetty here, or anchored in some beautiful warm cove down south, we will always be home.
