I thought about a week ago that it would probably be a good idea to get a storage space while we move things in here. This is after being all vehemently against it, as if the commitment to liveaboard weren’t genuine if I stored things. I know, I’m weird.
We only have so much room for clothing and gear. I would think it impossible to fit a full wardrobe of clothing on this boat. This includes the dog’s items and of my off-season gear like snowshoes and rainbow wigs. Shayne has a bit of art he’d like to hang onto as he rethinks ways to visualize it in a smaller space, and some nicer work clothes that would be wise to leave a set of elsewhere. It’s a bit hard to take that I can’t fit it all, but I don’t want to kill myself trying. It’s a boat. This is not some sort of organizer’s challenge throw down. I need to chill and ease into what I use in this space and also consider that we’ll need easy access to gear to service the boat.
The one good closet has two lines of screws sticking out one wall of it. What they are helping hold up I don’t know, but they just waiting to tack onto my silk green frock I love, or some wool thing that I’ve invested in to keep warm. Or Shayne’s foul weather gear that is like a car payment. I realize some parts of my life might not fit on the boat all at once, that’s ok – they can live elsewhere and I’ll use them when I need them. The closet is a project once the other priorities are really in order, so storage space it will be, and honestly probably for a while.
Right now the few clothes we do wear are neatly folded, each of us has two piles about 6 inches high. We really are advanced camping. Now that the house is sold, we can go in and clear it out, and the advanced camping will probably go to floating glamping as we install some water filters and start using the propane stove. For the last week, we were worried about the propane sensor not working. Last weekend, we pretty much felt like the boat could kill us in our sleep between the batteries offgassing and the propane sensor chirping at us at 5am tellling us with his one red eye that there’s danger.
We still need to get the fuel tanks de-rusted, which means we need to move the batteries to even get in there. Since we are moving the batteries, we’ll move them forever – they are a total pain where they are for engine access. Hoping we’ll get help to do that early next week. Shayne and I are both super jazzed about the idea of these Firefly batteries that are basically idiot proof, we don’t have to fill them with water. They are the only batteries that utilize carbon plates, we can run them to nothing and they won’t die, they’ll just charge back up. I had no idea batteries were so finicky. And heavy.
Currently, there’s a battery box on the settee in the salon, having done his duty of being a space holder and key to understanding what will fit where with this battery migration. I had no idea battery boxes existed, and that they were so awesomely useful for things like a step stool or storage, but far too expensive to function as such. I used the battery box to open the sunroof we have.
Now that the battery box is going away I need to figure out another method. I can’t open it alone, I’m too short. Shayne is around far too much for me to try some crazy acrobatics to open it, and well, the house moves so that makes doing that type of thing a little tougher, I’ve found.
Tomorrow afternoon, we’ll have a number of guests on the boat so it’s a nice challenge to get a few things managed tomorrow morning. Having guests always seems to help in that way, to get me kicked into making it more a home. I’m excited about that. 🙂