on the sealift ready for launching
Sundays on the hard.
Sundays are pretty quiet around the marina. No tradies work Sunday so the constant steam of bikes and cars driving back and forth loaded with tools of the trade are non-existent.
You can hear the squawking of the Myna birds with their endless chatter. They are known to be mimics and the ones around here certainly have a huge repertoire of sounds. Then there's the crows. So many crows. Smaller than the ones in Australia but no less clever or annoyingly crowy.
The dogs mosey on over for pats and any tidbits of food you might have for them. They are starved of affection and as long as you're happy to pat them they are happy to stand there contentedly. As for food, for hungry dogs they are surprisingly gentle and appreciative of any morsel you feed them.
meet Henry, scarred up, jumpy around men, but loves hanging out with us
We're right next to the boat ramp so we hear the gentle lapping of water against the concrete ramp and watch the small fishing boats and jetskis get launched for a lazy Sunday bit of fun. The occasional yachtie might crank up a sander or a grinder but even those of us who don't have gainful employment as such still treat sundays as a day of rest.
Our sundays always start with a cooked breakfast at home, be it yacht or apartment. As much as it's ridiculously cheap to eat out, fried or poached eggs with hash browns, fried tomato and toast is something you can't find around here. Lucky me. I have Hubby, who loves to cook a fry-up breakfast. All I need to do is brew a pot of good coffee and I'm set.
We generally meander down to the boat for a couple of hours of work before hiding from the midday heat in our apartment. With the air-conditioner on of course. And Netflix. 😉
This Sunday is different though. After nearly two months on the hard we are launching our boat back into the water. All the work that needed to be done out of the water is finally complete. So, late this afternoon we'll find out if the engine will start. If the propeller will spin. If the new through-hull is water tight. And, importantly, if the toilet still works.
hole repaired
finally, a prop shaft and propeller re-installed
primer going on
Hopefully all goes to plan.
Until next time, Watusi Woman - cross fingered sailor, out.
