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Helter skelter

We made it through the latest bout of wintery weather with relations largely intact 😉 We are scrambling toward a self-imposed deadline that we are desperate to meet. Thus, the Smalls are being treated with what can only be described as ‘benign neglect’ – the two words of advice that my boss gave me as a new parent many moons ago.
167/365 • elevenses, yesterday - taking a break from trying to fly with the Gas & Fuel Corporation umbrella • #167_2016 #5yo #8yo #boatyard #sisters #Winter2016 #latergram
It is still unknown where the Humber will live and what will become of Manny the Mercedes. I have offers from several people to own, or babysit the latter. I’m just not sure whether (weather permitting) our deadline will be met. What the weather will be doing. More than a week ahead, at this point, is an unknown.

168/365 • my trusty steed - $1200 on eBay eight years ago - it has some rust, leaks a bit but #M has kept it running and reliable. Family rule: never spend more than five grand on a car. And it's not everyone who can say that one of their kids was born in

Things have begun to feel a little bit exciting. Getting the antifoul on was a psychological boost – it makes Bellaluna look more seaworthy. I have been musing on coming to the end of my employment as medical file writer/editor/assembler. I will miss my time in the office – I love the people that I work with, and for. I have been there for ten years – they have been there while I have had life-altering events change my landscape. Half of me wants to stay, and the other half knows it needs to go and make a go of a new adventure.

Eight and a half

Once I reached a certain age, maybe about 12 or 13, I loathed being thrown together with the children of my parent’s friends. These were usually kids I had known since I was tiny, seeing them at backyard barbecues and on camping trips. Once we all hit high school, the ties of common experience that had served to connect us, started to fray. We all went to different schools, made different friends, acquired different interests.

It was hard being teenagers together when we hardly saw each other except when we were forced to go to gatherings and “catch up”. After I was about 14 or 15 I just didn’t see any of my parent’s friend’s kids anymore. The one exception to this was when I was home for the weekend when I was maybe 20 – my parents had their friends over, and for some reason their son (who is the same age as me) was with them.

It was Melbourne Cup Day – we shared a bottle of champagne in the TV room while the parents partied loudly in the lounge. It was excellent – we got on so well. Our awkwardness had been killed by the passing of time and helped along by alcohol. A good outcome 🙂

I look at Small Z and Small E – who have known each other since birth, who are thrown together when their parents manage to catch up with each other every few months – I hope so much that their relationship is not tangled by all that teenage bullshit. Their connection is in their craziness and equal measure of intensity.
127/365 • these two - one month between them - watching them together is a delight • #127_2016 #love #friends #sleepingqueens #8yo #boatlife #Autumn2016Small E, Ellise, Beth and Small Z

The Winter. It is looming. Again.

My feelings about how long this final stage of the build are very much influenced by my mood, the amount of difficulties I’m dealing with, and the weather. We are so close, but remain SO FAR from being on the water. It’s disheartening…

It feels like my weeks start on Saturdays (after being at work for two days) and then tear through to Wednesday night – at which point I have to go back to work again. I got ZERO done boatwise over the past week. I have no childcare – I think this is the universe tapping me on the shoulder saying, “Let the Smalls become screen zombies for as long as it takes you to…”:

  • Find a home for the Humber, one (somewhat rusted) 1981 Mercedes
  • Splice three large ropes (eight ways – an octoplait)
  • Set up the iNavX and iMux system
  • Prod M to address the need for potholders on the stove, the freezer (which is fast becoming a distant dream and classed as a non-essential)
  • Clear out the shipping container – goodbye bookshelves
  • Hire a giant skip and clear out of the shed
  • Study for and get my boat license
  • Get the Smalls some sailing gear to keep them dry and warm
  • Safety equipment – tethers, harnesses, lines

Different Strokes

Last night I wrote three lists – one for me, and one each for the Smalls. Everything that had to be accomplished before they looked at a screen. Upon waking, Small Z scowled at her list and drew ‘NO!’ picture on it. Small DB barely looked at hers.

The former then had a change of heart. The list appealed to the part of her that likes a job well done – she crossed out her ‘NO!’ drawing and started doing and ticking off her tasks.

Small DB? She was told that there would be no screen if she didn’t do her jobs… And proceeded to quietly crumple up her list and put it in the bin. (I retrieved it for photographic purposes.)

Although she did do the violin and cleaned her bedroom floor, that was it. A work in progress.

124/365 • this is the list I left out for them this morning - Z overcame her initial disgust (note crossed out picture) and ticked off each item as she completed it. DB? Chucked hers in the bin  (and yes, Daisy = Dai and Zoe = Doh) • #124_2016 #parenting

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