Out of the Closet...

Today I didn't clean at all. Didn't set one foot in the dreaded closet of doom (which is almost empty now, by the way) I did get done things that needed to get done. I sat on the phone with an insurance company for hours...*sigh* I have come to the final conclusion, and at the end of our long and arduous journey, that we are all well fucked in this country with regards to health care. I really mean it. It's criminal, this system. We pay insurance companies money, and they spend their resources paying people to figure out how NOT to pay legitimate claims....it's a joke. Enough on that...when it's all done, and I have a nice fat check in my hands I'll fill you in on all the details. I'm told that it will be any day now. I have learned not to believe anything they tell me.

Vince and I spent part of the evening looking at what we like to call "boat porn." This is shopping for boats. We usually spend a bit of time kicking the tires of boats we can't possibly afford...unless I can dig through the couch and find an extra 7 million in the cushions. I've seen boats that are INSANE, so much money. We have simple tastes...I think we just like to marvel at the amount of money people are will to spend on outfitting a yacht. Even if we had money like that, I would have a hard time spending it on a boat. Oh hell, what am I saying...no I wouldn't! I'd go out and find the yacht that was most worth saving, something that was on the brink of being lost forever. I'd restore it for posterity. That is the beauty of boats, they don't really BELONG to you...you are simply a steward for a point in time, and it is up to you to restore the boat in the manner that is in keeping with how she was put together originally. I see some terrible, terrible restorations on historic wooden boats. People think that modern technology has brought forth ways to make old wooden boats "better." Epoxy is a usual suspect in this endeavor to ruin boats. A wooden boat is a living, breathing thing. It's a system. Slapping epoxy into a wooden boat is like putting a plastic bag over your head. You'll kill it. It will still look pretty. For awhile. Ultimately these boats that have been restored in this manner will be lost. It's a shame.
That is one of the things we encounter when we go shopping. What will we find? Good or bad? We know our stuff....we know good from bad, which is great for us, but it's still sad to see abused old boats. We have to find a good living old being to take on. Rough around the edges, perhaps, but all there..ready to be loved.
Anyway....more work tomorrow. I could go on about wooden boats all night. Then again, that's love. Or sickness. Which is which? Who cares.