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LOG n.14 - New Sheets

  • 23 hours ago
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10.3. 20:35 Puerto Mogán, Gran Canaria


It's more than a month ago. The crash. A MONTH and I am still in the process. It is challenging on my mind. I do not like to stay in places for too long. But maybe it's helpful. For sure it is helpful.

I get more time to realize and anchor in who I am.

Also to realize HOW MUCH I MISS SAILING. Seriously. My heart screams. But in the end I have a good opportunity to prepare her better, when she's on the dry-dock. Ahh my lord.

I have a roommate now. It's interesting. On one hand it's a nice refreshment for my loner life, on the other hand I live a loner life for a reason. She's great and we understand each other on many levels. Much more than with any typical human, that's why I was even able to consider offering a place when she needed. But it's a sea sister and sea sisters deserve peace after storms. And if I can provide that at least for little while, I will be glad.

In these times of uncertainty it's a nice change for a while.

I have some plans for this week. Got new genoa and traveler sheets. Need new main halyard. Need new battery cables. Or proper ones let's say now that I have the hydraulic crimps I wanted so much. Oh - a follower gifted them to me as a "feel better" gift after the crash. It was amazing. I'm in love with them.


Resealing the deck is going to be a helluva job. That's what I am going to do when the boat will be on the hard. That's what I was supposed to do the next day in Las Palmas if they wouldn't hit me. But in the water. Much more uncomfortable. So since the boat goes on dry anyways, I might as well do that then. We'll see how things develop. Maybe there will be no time for my stuff apart from repairing the damage caused by the other boat.


We'll see. I might think of something better. Or do something better.

 
 
 

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