Quota post...

Because I have to. I am the sort of person who is very inertia driven. So long as I continue to do a thing, I can keep up momentum, but if I skip one day I am likely to just let the whole project slide out of my grasp. So this is it. My page marker, so to speak, for today. I am going to watch a movie with Julie and possibly come back to write more. I should talk about the boat, and my boyfriend-slash-indentured-muse, the sailor. More on that when I return.

---three hours later---

I'm back. We started to watch The libertine with Johnny Depp, but Julie wasn't feeling it at all so we switched to The Pursuit of Happyness with Will Smith, which was pretty good. Frustrating as hell most of the time, but of course it is a feel-good ending that really does warm the cockles of your heart. And it's always nice to see a grown man cry, if he does it well, which Mr. Smith seems to do.

So about the boat. My long-distance boyfriend/muse is moving forward with the motions to be living on a sailboat sometime very soon. He went to look at one yesterday that has a lot of potential. It even comes with a slip in a very nice marina with a gorgeous view of Seattle and my favorite happy-hour restaurant, McCormick and Schmidt, just a few step down the dock. The downfall is the teeny-tiny living space, particularly the kitchen. He was concerned with not having room for any of the pots and pans he is used to cooking with in his apartment. I'm trying to help him make the decision easier by pointing out possible ways around the lack of space issue. I have lived on a sailboat before, and actually the one I lived on with my dad was smaller. He is looking at a 30' fiberglass hull made by Yamaha. It looks really nice from the photos I have seen.

The boat Peter and I lived on was a 24' (possibly 26'?) Catamaran, I believe. It was also a long time ago. I do remember the space feeling very cramped at times, but it was more of a personal space issue that came up for me. The physical space seemed alright. Then again, I still had a room's worth of crap stored at my mom's house so I wasn't trying to load everything I owned into my "crawl-in closet".

He'll continue looking at other possibilities, and there are many in the area. Some are a bit of a trek, an hour or more out of Seattle but it's not like you buy a boat everyday, so it's certainly worth a little energy to find the right one. Particularly if you plan to live in it.

And now... bed. I wish I could say I was crawling into the berth of a sailboat and drifting off to the sound of water lapping against the hull as I am gently rocked by the rhythmic tide, but that will be the case soon enough. It will.