…is that bridges go up, bridges swing open, and frequently you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Life alone on the boat is feeling a bit more normal the past few days. It’s all just adjustment time. I certainly didn’t expect to be pregnant with twins (carrying them for a friend, not mine) and living by myself on a 58′ trawler, but hey, I do try to keep things interesting. I can be accused of a lot of things, but being boring has never been one of them.
Talked with the charter company last week that had previously had KJ in their fleet and they are thrilled at having her back again. I’m going to need the boat to help support herself and they anticipate that they could send her out up to 10 weeks a year. I certainly don’t expect to make money at it, but as they put it, it will help offset the costs of owning and maintaining her. The added advantage to that situation is that they have a complete preventative maintenance program and I won’t have a nagging feeling that I’m missing something important in her care. Almost as good as having a man around, perhaps better in some ways!