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We really are getting used to this boat. We propped up our new radar and wind-generator poles, to finally see how theyd look. As we struggled, Jim [a different Jim; Steel Boat Jim, aka Maine Guy - more on him soon] yelled at us from across the dock, giving us a hard time about things being straight and square and level. He told us we should replica Concord watches eyeball it from over there where he was. We were too proud to take friendly insults or conflicting opinions or any other , so Matt yelled back a couple of times, I can eyeball it over here just fine! The haggling ended... for the day. ---Sunday, May 17I ground off the radar plate from the top of the radar arch, and got metal dust all over the deck on the bow. I didnt clean it up, and itll probably rust in the dew -- but what the hell, were gonna paint the deck anyway.

---Friday, May 22Its not the deep blue sea, its not churning wake, its not the Alaskan coast - but the marina has its serenity. Even on a calm day, when a boat is coming in to dock, you help out. You grab the bow, you catch a line, you snub a line off on a replica Jaeger LeCoultre watches cleat. Before jumping up on someones boat, you ask if you can come aboard. Even if youve been aboard 80 times before, you still ask. Permission to come aboard, is technically how you phrase it, and you almost choke recognizing the absurdity of the gesture. Its silly. Its not really a question, but a power trip. You might as well say Youre the man, or Whatever you say, goes or I am but a pawn here.

Theres something cool about these gestures. They connect you to a long history of sailors and sailboats. ---Wednesday, May 27As we go forward looking back, drawing strength from what weve done, we figure we can attack at will, and start projects at a whim. We figure, eh, might as well... and besides, its not gonna rain for five months, so replica Bvlgari watches we remove the radar arch.. and tear out the old fridge, and remove the old propane locker, and cut a huge hole in the stern. Then, as we start figuring out a schedule, or at least an sequence in which to perform tasks, and once we figure out all of -- no, wait, most of -- the supplies well need, our heads begin to hurt. We bit off more than we could chew, and its bringing on cases of the 100-yard stare.