Anybody Wanna Buy a Boat?

It is Spring Break, and I’m so relieved my eyes are crossed. We’ve had a most horrible three months. Following is a partial list:
I concussed myself slipping on ice at the ONLY highschool in the entire district that was adequately salted. I must have stepped on the one patch in the parking lot that the salter had missed. One highschool didn’t salt at all – they posted an Educational Assistant out front to watch people fall instead, which is not what I’d call a sensible strategy, but it might fool a lawyer.
Luckily, right after the fall I was able to attend the boat show and sit and knit for a few days. Sales were so awful that there was not much action at my display, so there’s mercies in everything. I did, however, draw enough business to pay for our stay in a 2-star hostel. I bet Margaret Atwood has never had that experience. If not, she has missed out.
Shortly after we arrived home from Vancouver, lighter by a box of books, we received a call from our insurance agent, who told us that before they’ll insure our boat we must have an out-of-water survey. They used to require them every 5 years, but someone sitting at a desk decided we need them every three years instead, and this was the year. And by the way, the insurance adjustors require 90 days heads-up to peruse the survey before our insurance comes due, so could we possibly haul in a week or two?
I’m not usually snippy on the phone (well, sometimes I am), but it was SNOWING and there was ICE on the water and we’d have had to motor to Maple Bay so I was understandably not thrilled. Besides, when it snows Steve at the haul-out won’t operate his travel lift and who wants to paint in the snow? Paint doesn’t even STICK in the snow.
After John Darling and I worked ourselves into a state of indignation, we booked a haul-out for March, and then John Darling came down with pneumonia. Then I came down with flu. Then we drove to the airport so I could bring my Paul back from Edmonton for a visit.
Shortly after Paul arrived we discovered that every time we turn on the boat engine the raw water engine-cooling system, which discharges partly into one of our cockpit drains wasn’t discharging properly because the drain was buggered, so whenever the engine runs the cockpit fills with water. If we try to fix the thru-hull in the water and mess it up we could potentially sink the boat, we knew we’d have to haul to deal with it.
John Darling fiddled with the drain a bit, then couldn’t start the engine because the starter motor is buggered.
Then we found that the starter motor, in its last gasp, had messed up part of the 12-volt system and one of our pump-out pumps didn’t work, meaning that we couldn’t have showers or we’d fill the boat up with fresh water as well as the salt water from the cockpit.
I was tasked to drop off the starter motor at PC Auto Electric. There I offered to sell the boat for $1,000.00 to the staff. They declined. John said later I should have dropped the price to $500.00.
Now, some days later, having put off the haul-out three times in a row, we have
met some lovely repair people
had fixed the water pump problem so we can take showers
have ordered a new starter motor
increased the price of the boat to $1,500.00.

We haul on Friday. We’ve hired a nice young man to bail while John Darling and George of the Snowy Beard steer this old tub to Maple Bay. I understand Ben Affleck is filming a movie at Maple Bay. I’m sure he’ll be very impressed when our vessel arrives sinking.
Paul and I won’t be there – I’m taking Paul shopping. We’ll meet them there. The last time this happened, I had to bail the whole way in to Thetis Island Marina, and I was so hopping mad I swore I’d never do it again.
And now it’s Spring Break. Paul is having a wonderful visit, bless his optimistic good-nature. We’re singing in the rain and going for walks and eating at the A & W and going swimming and watching Inspector Lewis episodes in our pyjamas in the evenings. He is a blessing.
Paul thinks I should kiss Daddy to cheer him up. Daddy thinks so too.
Much love to you all,
Catherine
So things are looking up, the boat is still floating, and John Darling has cheered up enough to go out for coffee.

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