Wednesday, October 13, 2010

And we're off!

The long drive to Maryland is behind us, and we are now officially living aboard Papillon.  Hooray!

The past few days have been spent moving in.  More accurately, moving all of the leftover stuff out and then moving in.  Imagine moving from a house to a bachelor apartment shaped like a rabbit's warren with many deep and mysterious closets.  The previous owner left all of those closets stuffed to the gills, but you don't have the luxury of keeping your things elsewhere while you take his things out.  So, for a week or two, you feel like you belong on Hoarders as you crawl over piles of things and try to dispose of everything you can.  Meanwhile, your six- and two-year-olds are stuck in the apartment with you.  Doesn't that sound like fun?

But really, it is fun.  The girls have enjoyed digging in the sand and exploring the marina.  Erik and Stylish are currently out in the dinghy, and Indy is attempting to rest.  Blogger is resisting my attempts to upload photos, so that will have to wait.

Indy is demanding apple juice, so I will leave our preliminary report here.

UPDATE: Photo success!

   This was taken by the lovely Eleanor, our neighbour in the marina.  Of course, there is probably a proper marine term for neighbour, but I don't know it haven't been forced to learn it yet.  Something like "hobbentrope" or "gallyfinglewagler".  (For those of you following along at home, as a newbie sailor, one of my big beefs is with the pointless set of nautical terminology.  Ask someone where the bathroom is, and you'll get a blank look, but ask for the head and they'll point you the right way.  Why?  Why, I ask you?  Why must I cook in the galley, sleep in a berth (or a bunk) and help Erik sheet the gollywobbler* (shorten a sail, but how could you possibly know?)?  Expect further examples of ridiculous names to surface as the days go by.)

*Erik insists I clarify that a gollywobbler is a quadrilateral staysail on a schooner, and, as such, we don't have one.  Yes, this was his problem with my sentence.  Not the use of "sheet" to refer to a rope.  Not the mere existence of a word like "gollywobbler".  No.  Misleading use of (ridiculous) terminology.  My apologies.

5 comments:

Mark said...

Glad to hear you are enyoying the adventure...can hardly wait to hear the news of your departure
Mark

Tamara said...

This photo is pure magic.

Can't wait to hear about your continuing adventures...and thoughts on terminology. (Just when Erik thought he had mastered consultant-speak, there is a whole new language to enjoy.)

eleanor said...

Not a big fan of nautical mumbo jumbo either......especially of it makes me a hobbentrope or gallyfinglewagler :-)

ABC said...

Hi guys,
glad you made it okay. Just tried to catch you via skype but no answer. We'll try again this weekend!
Take care,
Shailau

Anonymous said...

Best of luck, God speed, break a leg, Fair well, keep the barnacle side down, what ever the terminology I'm excited for you. More correctly I'm excited for the opportunity to follow the journey.
G'Day,
Scott

 
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