
Perhaps some of us more than others.
(Disclaimer: Jinx would like to point out that this is, in fact, an unflattering camera angle, and that while she did just scarf a bowl of fishes, she is still a petite girl and her belly is actually quite in proportion to her head.)

With most of the boats on our dock away for the weekend, I was offered an unobstructed view of the Granville Street Bridge (fore) and the Burrard Bridge (aft) at sunset.

sun. glorious sun.
We’ve had a truly underwhelming start to summer here on the Pacific Northwest. But today, today has viagra blue skies and sun. With warmth! And light! Huzzah.
We took our first overnight trip away on the boat this week. We anchored in Port Graves, a small anchorage at the southern tip of Gambier Island.

an overcast and rather windless sail over

view from anchor

saw a deer delicately grazing at the edge of this meadow

marinating veg before leaving the dock was a splendid idea

enjoyingthe view
Needless to say, it was all just too short.

Our custom made Irish nautical flag arrived! Lookit er jiggin in ta wind, tare.





One: D’s annual summer show is now on. If you’re in Vancouver, the deets are here. (This year D steps out from behind the director’s chair and plays a role. And is hilarious, if I may say so.)




Two: The life aquatic has been glugging along. We’ve got a long trip for the month of September and a little bit of October planned, and I dare say that I cannot wait for July and August to skip on through so that I can get the hells out of here. Not that I’m ungrateful for our wonderful marina. But sometimes, a person’s got to get away, you know?
Now that we’ve closed our first month on the boat, I have learned a thing or two.

Food spoils really, really quickly on the water. Which means shopping for market-fresh dinner ingredients an hour before you plan to eat. Which, if you live on Granville Island, is kind of a joy.

The tide comes waaaay in, and the tide goes waaaay out. I can cancel out running to achieve summer legs this year, just from walking a ramp that goes vertical twice a day.

People take approximately the same amount of time as domestic animals to adjust to a change in lifestyle. And once they all do, it’s a daily game to determine just who the captain is.

Living in high rise apartments is a very detached way of life. And it takes coming back down to the ground to realize that.
I’ve had requests to see the inside of our new abode, and I promise they are coming. I’ve been waiting on a decent amount of natural light which, it being spring time in Vancouver, can be a very elusive thing.
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I snapped these with my phone after dinner when a square of grey edged out from the frame of the companionway hatch. But now it smells like rain clouds, and Annie Hall is on TV. Happy Sunday.
While I haven’t had the chance to leave the dock yet – the cat has been out sailing more than I have – there have been some other firsts.
My first dock party, for which I made flavoured popcorn packaged in brown paper bags tagged with these.

Freesia. I got some for my birthday from the sweet girls at work, and today at the market I passed the peonies to get to these fragrant flowers. Believe it.

Cream Earl Grey. The first sip of this tea caused me to cry out and use a foul word, in a good way.

And someone has crossed the line from cabin to cockpit. Smugly, I might add. (Sorry for the crappy photo.)
