Some nifty projects we finished, amazingly, when space could be cleared long enough to focus on screwing in screws.

Here’s a picture of the awesome cockpit table Jeff and Joshua put together; the table is made from one of those groovy bamboo cutting boards.

Day of departure. Well, after consulting the internet weather sites, Joshua and his dad made the decision that that big dotted area with the word all in caps “GALE” smack between us and Baja meant we’d wait an extra couple of days to leave. This was probably for the best since I still hadn’t completed construction of a second story to the boat in which to store all the crap we desperately need for this trip. Things like the twelfth extra flashlight and whistle-thingy that barely makes a sound but seems like we might want it or something and so I therefore have to add another wing to my second story to store it. You know those pastel sticky tabs you get at office depot and use to mark important passages in business documents? We have some on board. And I know exactly where they are.

Day two. Weather still wonky and coming from the south (!!!), which is super weird (!!!) for these parts and so we’re staying put for another day. Bleargh. Rainy day/South wind projects = finishing the soft storage cabinets in the galley (yay—now I can put away all those lightweight bulky items like the salad spinner). Going to Home Depot, which always takes two trips because we either forget something the first time or else end up returning the item we bought because we found it elsewhere for $1 less and therefore we must make a 10-mile trip to SAVESAVESAVE. And driving around in our Volvo reminds us that we still have to sell it before leaving. So we can’t leave anyway. We also drank probably three bottles of wine in an effort to lighten our little boat’s load, so at least something got accomplished today.

Day fiftybillion. The previous evening had us fielding calls from excited hippies from places like Sevastopol and Petaluma about the Volvo. Every person who called wanted us to drive the Volvo to him because (duh) he didn’t have a car but (duh) we’d no longer have one and damned if we’re hitching back from Petafreakinluma. The great compromise had the buyer catching a ride with a friend to Oakland where we (actually Jeff, because he volunteered) would meet at the corner of 9th and Broadway to make the big deal, then the buyer driving Jeff back to SF to catch the train back to San Mateo where he would have to walk back to the marina. Of course Joshua ripped the end off the delicate wee antennae cable that morning so a trip to Radio Shack/CompUSA/Fry’s had to be made (carless) so Joshua walked to San Mateo to meet up with Jeff and set out on a most excellent electronics adventure. I stayed here, completed not only a second story but a third and got the last of the stuff put away.

So we thought we’d maybe get out tonight with the outgoing tide but the wind is totally dead (what the) and Brigid is visiting so we’ll take her out for sushi in exchange for shamelessly taking advantage of the car situation.

We’ll get out of here tomorrow.

A few things that occupy precious space in my brain as of late =

Sharks (I strive to be Richard Dreyfuss but I’m still totally a Roy Scheider)
Exploding pressure cookers
Scurvy
Emptying the toilet while underway
Joshua falling overboard
Me falling overboard
Hitting underwater things at night
Having to kill a fish by whonking it on the head
Lightning
Hitting a tanker because I fell asleep on watch
Losing a rudder in a storm and having to jury-rig one while tossing about
Getting tired of dolmas (we bought a lot of these for the trip)
Sharks (I will NOT be a Robert Shaw)
Depths over 15 feet

Things I look forward to =

Learning to hold my breath for like 10 minutes like a superhero
Um, sailing around the world. [.]
Turquoise water. At my disposal.
Fresh sushi that I caught and sliced up myself (but Joshua cleaned)
Learning to speak fluent Spanish
Having 30 new episodes of “This American Life” waiting for me in the archives
Being able to tell people I can navigate by the stars, and being serious
Unusual things, interesting people, excellent food

Yep now we’re on the boat. It’s a carefree and stylish existence; I just took my first shower in I-actually-forgot-how-many days. There is CRAP, utter crap, stacked on every single available surface including all surfaces available. We’re attempting to figure out how to put everything away and keep losing the pen when we need to add something to the shopping list. The shopping list goes something like this: Light bulbs, 12V charger for Jeff, almanac, tampons, fender washers, bread. I thought I’d have a picture of just how insane this place is but I can’t remember where I put the camera box.

Camera box found. Behold the insanity of the head. And the forward bunk area.

We are now off to the wonderland of REI because Jeff has been out at sea on a tug for 6 whole months and is DYING to go consume products.

We’re out of the apartment tomorrow and here is just one view of the utter chaos that is our apartment and boat and busywearebusyack and Joshua’s dad arrived this afternoon days before we thought he’d get here but he had to fly and not drive because he’s been at sea for 6 months and his driver’s license expired for god’s sake.