When we set our launch date as June 20, we did it based on the sale of our house. We thought our boat would be fixed by this date after our lightning strike in March. We gave that date to the contractor dude… Have everything fixed by June 20. But the closer we got to launch day, we knew the boat wasn’t going to be fixed. We tried not to panic, even though we were definitely annoyed. The whole reason we wanted it all fixed was so that the haul out would be done BEFORE we moved everything we owned aboard. Sigh.
Knowing it wouldn’t happen before launch day, we assumed that at least all would get done in the next seven weeks we planned to still be in Texas. (We had one last lakehouse vacation with family in mid-July on the books, and we were selling our cars to our friends the first weekend in August.) And then… as soon as the weather looked good for crossing the Gulf of Mexico… we would hoist our sails and start this new life!
Plenty of time. Just a few things to tidy up, really. That’s all…
Today is August 15. Halfway through August.
And our mast is not attached to our boat at the moment.
You know… I’m not a lifelong sailor. But I did survive sail school. And I am like 99% positive that the mast has a pretty important job in the “hoist our sails” portion of “start this new life.”
If I had a nickel for every time someone asks, “is the boat finally fixed?” We might actually be able to afford all the stuff we’ve recently purchased/will be purchasing. Right now, I’m wearing my $15,000 t-shirt the rigging people gave us for all the business we’re giving them. It’s nice.