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The Cruising Life -- Sometimes Separation is the Only Option

Today, I'm in one of the 13 branches of the Nassau Public Library. I'm here for 5 or 6 hours of peace, high-speed Internet, and -- frankly -- for a tiny separation from EW.

On Monday, we walked for miles and miles because a vital piece of equipment blew a fuse. Since this is a fuse that has never blown in eight years, of course, it was not in our spare parts. Turns out it also wasn't available in Nassau. Anywhere. We searched from 9 until 4 and finally were given the card of a gentleman who ordered it for us. We heard from him this morning that the fuses (EW ordered extras of that one as well as others for the system) have arrived. Roland will meet up with EW for the exchange of fuses and money and EW will go back to the boat to install the fuse and get back to his SSB/Pactor/GPS installation.

This is painstaking work involving soldering tiny wires to tiny parts on a boat at anchor in a busy harbor. Oh yeah, he's having a good time. He says his thumbs are too big. Actually, the soldering of wires to a female DC9 pin connector didn't go well at all. Fortunately, Radio Shack has an option for crimping wires. We walked over yesterday to purchase two of those puppies (one for back-up) and EW successfully completed that stage of the project by dinner on Tuesday.

I have such respect for his willingness to dive into these tasks that aren't his strongest skill sets. I haven't found any repair or system on the boat that he can't troubleshoot. Most he can fix completely. Unless you have unlimited income and are willing to spend a lot of time in marinas having work done, someone on board a boat must be able to do the work. On La Luna that someone is EW and I'm thankful.

But this kind of project is so incredibly disruptive. At 47 feet, La Luna is on the larger end of cruising boats for two people. When one of us is working on a major project, you'd swear below that she was a 30-foot boat. For 5 days now, the main salon has been cluttered with tools and packaging and parts waiting to be put in their place. I can't easily get to my stores of olive oil or coffee filters and must move things in order to sit. We have to watch our step as toolboxes are piled on the sole of the boat (that's floor to you landlubbers), leaving very small spaces to place our feet. My patience lasts for about 3 days of this, then I get testy. I'm not pleading a case for being crabby; I am making a case for leaving the boat today. There is little I can do to help EW and little I can get done on board while he's working. On the other hand, there is much online work that needs doing, so I have both laptops here and I'm going to get those things done. 

It's quiet here in the library.

There are no parts poking my back.

No one is saying "Where is the (fill in the blank)?" or "The green wire goes to 3."

I am at peace and I'm productive. 

When EW arrives to walk me home we'll both be more relaxed and ready for a nice dinner. (Darn it! I forgot to thaw out the chicken!) Well, it'll be a nice dinner of some sort. And we'll be relaxed. 



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I can so feel your pain. John is doing his best but to cook dinner I have to move part of parts to the dinette table and then move everything back to the galley when we sit down to eat. After washing dishes tonight John went back to crimping wire - and I took a long walk!

Barbara Hart

It's all part of the adventure. It's all part of the adventure. I'm back ashore today as I needed to be online and EW needed to be alone with his parts. We'll both get things done and be happier with each other this evening.

It's all part of the adventure.

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