Hygiene

Smoke signals

I was mistaken in my timing is everything post about the issue with our toilet in the master cabin head. Apparently, that toilet has just one holding tank. The other one that we can’t use is the chamber one.

No soldiers are being cut off, they are all just being deposited into an encampment until their weekly deployment to a larger holding facility. The issue we have is that encampment seems to have some air circulation issues. Kind of like a river valley filled with campfires, signs of civilization pop up over peak at times, sending smoke signals to neighbors, or worse, the haze billows over the peak and flattens out and stretches to neighboring river valleys. Our smoke signals are neither shaped like nor smell like a rose. Our boat name is ironic at the moment, to say the least.

We are trying to burn better material in the encampment to keep the smoke down. It’s not like we’ve been throwing tires on the fire, just wood and some paper, but perhaps some nice additions to make the campfire more pleasing. Each day, we’ve been supplying the encampment with a magic mix of enzymes to add to the home fires. We aren’t expecting them to turn purple and tell us the future, we are just trying to keep the environment less hazy.

Seems like the smoke is not rising over the valley right now when the fires burn hottest, but we might still get a puff or two now and then.The signals we are mistakenly sending now are neither legible or polite. We hope the neighboring valley over doesn’t notice as we continue to work to adjust.

Hygiene, Maintenance, WTF moment

Timing is everything

Much like other adventures in life, there have been lots of conversations about poop aboard. I learned from times when you are stressing yourself physically, speaking to some detail about your leavings becomes the way of things whether you like it or not. It’s a really easy way to understand stress and poor hydration. One could say if the subject matter at hand is not solid, neither is the rest of you and you should take care. I didn’t realize it would become a normal topic in a stress-free, everyday existence.

As a dog caretaker, I already have a fair amount of this to deal with, to be fair. Now, I contend with not only picking it up for dog, but pumping it out for ourselves.

You can go to a pumping area and empty your holding tank. We aren’t ready to move yet. We either treat the boat like a fancy tent or figure something out.

This community at the marina is full of information – everytime you even mention a need at the coffee shop, package office, or to a neighbor. I don’t recall where or who we got the tip from, but there’s a company that will come pump out your holding tank for you. While you are at work. Yet another little industry that is so random and yet so amazingly genius. I swear I heard angels sing when I heard this news.

So, this magical little boat comes by once a week and pumps out the holding tank. Shayne waved them down as they cruised to service other customers two weeks ago. They’d been tough to get ahold of, and were apparently crazy busy. Needless to say, we were both elated that they were taking on other customers. Perhaps because we were close to others, perhaps because we’d pay in cash. We were happy to sign up whatever the reason in their packed agenda.

That done, we got soft. Normally, in a land-based toilet, you flush it and it goes away and doesn’t smell. Here, well not so much. The super friendly and knowledgeable girl at the marine sanitation store (aka the poo store) informed me that our toilet is comprised of three chambers. So when you flush it, it is vacuumed into one chamber, then another, then the final one. I feel like I should buy her a drink after we’ve had such conversations.

But I digress, you want to make certain the timing is right on that final chamber. It’s essential to not cut the army off at the pass. That must have not happened at one point. I think we have a crushed soldier, perhaps. Efforts to clear the pass have not happened. We will inquire within the community.

Our other toilet, next to the galley, has a holding tank that can only be treated and dumped overboard outside of the Puget Sound-ish area. So, we’d have to go pretty far to make that work. That’s going to have to be a while.

In the meantime, timing is everything.

 

Coffee, Hygiene, WTF moment

Naked holding money

Over the past week, we’ve had a number of adventures that have been mostly fun learning experiences, some kinda terrifying. I’ve not had time to write anything down. This is bad because the point of this was to document so I don’t forget what I did.

I’ve been on the deck in my comfy pants checking and cleaning up lines right before bed, found spots to get comfy while still managing the move in, and cleaning a lot. We don’t have hot water, some of the outlets don’t work. There’s only been snacking going on onboard since we’ve not yet gotten some cookware that will fit on the stove.

There are a lot of wtf moments I have yet to even get into. Every time you look into an area, you find another project. I knew this would happen. I’m ok with it. I’m really glad it’s summer so we have nice weather to prioritize the massive list.

With the house on the market and in ‘show’ order, it’s pretty much a bad idea to breathe in there, much less be there for any length of time. So, we do very quick trips back and forth from the marina to grab what we think we’ll need to survive. It’s amazing what survival can truly mean. It’s actually not much for me, but it would feel more homey if there were a few things I could do.

I’ve been in this boat almost a week full time and JUST TODAY I tried to make coffee. Of course, in my rush at the house to get out before someone magically shows up to view it, I forgot the French Press. This same scenario has happened a lot lately where I’m like “I do not have all the materials I require”.

Lesson: Always check what all you’ll need before starting any project, from disassembly to cleaning.

I went to shower yesterday, my second in a week (I’m working at home a lot lately). I was so excited to be in a shower that had a lot of hooks so I could throw my heap of confusion upon it. I don’t have the shower routine down yet. All of these routines, checking systems, showering outside of the home, all these things help me understand more the resources I use daily and what I really need to have in a living space. I’m thrilled with having to never clean a shower, that’s amazing that someone else can deal with that. The issue with a shared shower is someone else is maintaining it. It sucked when I put in quarter after quarter, minted from 1973 to 2015, all of varying degrees cleanliness and wear, and they all shot back out happily in the change area. There was no good year or shine that worked, no pleading, nothing I could do to get it to work. This is of course well after I’ve laid out all my toiletries, found my fresh clothing, and am stark naked with a handful of quarters and some hope.

I also had to go to a meeting that day, so I tried to just remain calm and figure out my options. I actually went without showering and took a sponge bath in one of the bathrooms at the marina. A very vigorous one. Luckily, I’d gotten up super early like I have since we moved onto the boat. I had plenty of time.

Looking back, standing there naked holding money is pretty much how I feel with the entire boat thing. I’m putting myself out there totally, exposing my fears and thoughts to the world while I learn this life.

Lesson: Make time to engineer a situation. Don’t Panic. Figure out options. Do what you can. Let it go if it doesn’t work out the way you want. Seriously, let it go, Jenn.

Finally, last night Face dropped off the dog. He’d had her for the last two weeks so I could better handle listing the house and moving some things onto the boat. I saw her in the parking lot and she ran up to me, all happy and waggy. She handled the ramp to the dock just fine, which was surprising – it has grating in it where she can see the water and that usually makes her slow to a shaky crawl. She trotted down it like a champ and onto the dock. She also, crazily, made it into the boat and sniffed around with very little dog earthquakes. There was a little trepidation and whining at the 2 sets of 3 stairs (oh! scary!) but she’s getting over it.

She’s now rested on the settee behind me while I type this on the nav station of the pilot house. I hope the weather is nice today so she can sit on the deck.

F-bombs: 1 – coffee related

Guests: 1 – Face Smullens (#3)