Carefree lounging, watching the whales swim up to the boat, trading mimosa recipes with yachties and wondering what the poor people on land are doing.
Today, after showering in our phone booth size bathroom (anyone remember phone booths?) and wrestling the bed linens off the V-berth, we will carefree cruise our way to the other side of the marina to pump out our holding tank. I will hand Joan a hose through the window in the head compartment, and she will run water in the toilet while I hold the pump out hose to the fitting on the boat to suck the urine and excrement out of the holding tank. She will be wearing a little black dress and pearls, but I have decided to forego the blue blazer and ascott for this trip. ;)
If that isn't enough excitement, we will schlep our laundry up a steep ramp to the marina laundromat, where we get to pay $4 to wash a load, not including the $1 for 15 minutes dryer. Then, schlep it back down the ramp, and put it away.
Today is a day off, and we need to get these things done so we're ready for the work week. We will walk the mile or so uphill to the other grocery store to check out their produce. With a grocery bag in each hand, we'll hike back to the boat, where we'll eliminate any packaging we can to make stuff fit in the fridge and cabinets.
Living on a boat is... living. You still have to do the typical household chores... well, except for putting fresh water onboard every other day. Since we are working while we're here this summer, we have schedules to keep, work-related stuff to deal with. Our "house" moves with the movement of the water... we like that. It's somewhere on the short side of 200 square feet... we're OK with that. We have a "neighborhood," other folks who also liveaboard, but I think we're the only seasonal folks on our dock. No lawn to mow.
It's not vacation. It's just living.
I can see why some people think we're crazy. ;-)
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