Okay the bottom of my boat has been primed and painted with special marine-life repellent paint. No barnacles. I wish I could have that in writing since the paint cost so much.
I’ve been searching for the right colors of paint for the top side, with no success. I might be heading out to an art supply store somewhere far away for that Gold brand at some point. There must be a store with a wide selection of spraypaint somewhere. I keep hoping anyway.
I know this is a little crazy. I don’t even care at this point. Crazy or not, it’s my boat.🤷
How DO I care for myself? What do I practice? What is something I do over and over and feel fairly better at for having practiced?
I guess yoga. Yoga is one thing that I would say I’m better at and get better at the more I do it. These days I’m lucky enough to have a class every day. It’s a different teacher each time and I can feel a nice difference in my strength, my balance and my mood. But you aren’t supposed to be trying to get anywhere they always tell you, Just show up and breathe, and truthfully I’m not. I love yoga because going feels good, being there feels good, when I leave I always feel better than when I got there, the bonus is that I can feel a positive difference developing over time. More awareness, more flexibility, more openness, more love for this body, more self acceptance, Lots of good stuff…
How do you waste the most time every day?
I like to think most of my life is intentional enough that I’m not wasting time. I work hard to plan out my days, to balance the things that I have to do with plenty of things that I want to do.
But then again, sometimes I get caught up in too much over thinking which is truly nothing more than a waste of my time. Or I let circumstances get to me.
Complainy thoughts. I’d like to ban those. I recently decided to make a point to just find more positives. Like things to listen to, or watch or talk about. Because that low vibration that comes from negativity is hard to exist in. It zaps my energy. Quite literally I think it exhausts me. It zaps fun, it zaps my enthusiasm, it’s not my natural frequency .
It’s been most of a week since I decided to turn the tables on how my mornings go. Sometimes the smallest shifts can make huge differences.
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
Oh I like this game. It’s one of my favorite things, in fact.
It could be a smell, or a song, or a food and right away, I’m taken right back. This is the closest thing to time travel that I know of. My kids never knew my young active grandfather, but they know about him and his garden and the magical cottage of my very young child self. I held those memories for literally a lifetime, but shared them with my kids through food.
There are several foods that I can name here that will do this time transport trick, but one came to mind immediately.
Toasted tomatoes sandwiches.
I know, I know, sounds pretty boring.
Some people won’t even try one, or they want to add cheese or other ingredients. Usually if they can let go and accept the simplicity, they LOVE them. It’s simple, but very specific,
First you need the highest quality peak of the season, ripe tomato. The flavor of the tomato is paramount. Good bread is a plus, but if it toasts up well, most bread will do. my grandpa grew those giant sandwich size tomatoes and they were super sweet and flavorful. One bite of a super delicious tomato and bam, my eight year old self is back at the cottage in the late summer, probably with a pink crème soda mustache, sun burned and wet from swimming in the waves.
Mayo. If you make it yourself with avocado oil, points for you, but a good quality one, that is not sweet is fine.
Butter/and or coconut oil.
Salt and pepper
That’s it. You have to eat it as soon as it’s made, yes, immediately. My grandfather was not an actual foodie, but he cared and was the best cook I knew. (I was a little kid, but I still knew the difference between cooking because you have to and loving to cook).
Hot, perfectly golden toasted toast, melted butter, and plenty of it, a bit of mayo, salt and pepper to taste, sliced tomatoes right from the garden (not the fridge). All key.
The juicy tomato makes the perfect sauce as it mingles with the butter and mayo. (Some people don’t like mayonnaise , but this is somehow different).
When I had a garden, I made these for everyone all through tomato season. People who knew me then, will still ask if I’ll make them one. I would, only, again with the tomatoes.
This year, tomato plants are planted…
Hoping sandwiches will be a future option. (I have some doubters to win over)
I gave up thinking I could change the world years ago. I still love when young people make it a goal. Lofty prehaps, but good hearted.
People do do things that are impactful. I salute the effort. I support being inspirational. it happens, absolutely.
My blog is a fun little outlet for me. I never heard back from the publisher. I think enough time has passed to assume that isn’t happening. My book was my why. Now? I don’t know.
Hmmm
I guess I’ll try again. Why not?
Meanwhile, I’ve sold and given away hundreds of my other book. People always love it. It’s a tiny thing, but you know, very tiny.
I’m currently in a season of life that is mind boggling enough to keep me distracted. I could use some redirection probably…some focus? Yeah, focus
What was the question? I forgot…
Today I bought three colors of paint. When I looked at them next to my boat, I wasn’t happy with any of them
I also researched the nessesity of ‘bottom paint’ This extra expensive paint (that comes in maybe three different colors, black, white or blue) is important if my boat is going to stay in the water.
A question I’ve had to answer often since becoming a ‘boat owner’ is,: “Are you going to trailer it or leave it in the water?”
I have no trailer so, easy answer, I just didn’t fully understand why anyone cared.
At the boat store a seasoned boat owner-salty-older gentleman explained that if I didn’t have paint that repelled sea life, banacles would attach and have to be scaped off using a chemical cleaner and it would be time consuming and hard. Unless I pull it out of the water and store it on a trailer. Every time I use it.
Barnacles, I found out, will cause drag enough to slow the boat and cause the motor to have to work harder and maybe break(?)
In other words, barnacles cause enough problems to warrant spending sixty four to a hundred and twenty dollars on a little can of ‘bottom paint’ and deal with limited color choice, because as my new boat-owner friend pointed out, only the fish will see it.
I hope I’ll have better luck with choosing accent colors for the above water parts of my boat tomorrow.
They were all out of bottom paint and everything else was severely limited
The one brand of spray paint that I know, had few choices, the other was so far off the cap cover it might as well been a little whole different color entirely. (I loved the cap colors)
What countries do you want to visit? Just my kids and their kids in this country.
I have no wish to travel anywhere abroad at the moment.
We drove to Rhode Isand today because it’s supposed to be record setting hot today (according to the news) and a nurse was coming to the house.
Reprieve!
It’s cloudy and not warm. (I’m wearing a sweatshirt), but Beach Day! Cherries in the cooler, music on the Bluetooth, waves crashing. This is a mini vacation of its own perfection!
I like that I can make things better. Prettier, more delicious, streamlined, fun, cool, decorative.
Maybe everyone thinks this about themself, but its the one thing I feel the most confident about. I can look at a space and know what needs editing, what to add, what to move, what colors work or don’t.
The other day I spruced up the vegetable garden spot. It makes me happy to spruce up any area!
I love this deep blue green, the apple green and the red-orange
I even want to sneak in a bit of gold. If I can find navy bottom paint…
I was going to stick with white, and use the easy to find black bottom paint, but, well… I’m leaning this direction now.
I was going to name her, Freda, but no one I’ve met so far, has heard of my favorite artist, so instead I’ll use paint colors as a nod to her. Not ever hearing of Freda Kahlo has come up a few times, so I’m pretty sure, I don’t want to be reminded of this little glitch every time my boat is mentioned. Which is more often than I would have thought. Part of me can’t help but smile when I think about my colorful little boat tied to the new dock.
I have some other name ideas…
Speaking of the new dock, oh my gosh! It’s coming along. Last night at high tide I got to help float the first section out, lift it and push it between the posts.
The dock builder guy has been stalling and not returning calls, so G decided to take on the project himself. He had to devise a method to pound the posts deep into the mud and sand. It’s harder than it sounds or seems.
I think I have a picture of the ladder on a make shift wood platform on the mud and the sledge hammering. (a few comments about how long it’s took (two days) to position and pound in four posts) They have to be at least three and a half feet to four feet under the sand. Plus you have to work with the tide.
It’s pretty exciting to see the first piece in place and we did it late last night so the neighbors have yet to see it. (Neighbors happily sit down and watch as G works the afternoon away, he doesn’t exactly love this, but they are all nice)
It might not look like much, but I think it’s amazing. One down two to go, three if you count the metal ramp thing.
Peace Kit 