The smaller boat projects build as we get closer to moving time. We are at the 2 week countdown for relocating Galt over to Ocean World for his holiday stay. It should only be about a 3 or 4 hour sail over to the marina but since we haven’t moved since July, it takes some preparation. Ocean World is pretty much like Walley World in the movie Vacation complete with waterpark, casino and swimming with dolphins. Of course, much like Walley World, all of Ocean World is currently closed except for the marina…Chevy Chase and I are very sad indeed!
Bill has been busy changing all of the fluids on the boat and he managed to complete the tasks with far fewer curse words than his previous attempts so it appears he and the engine room are finally settling into an understanding of some sort. I have been continuing my work on the deck and I found a miracle product that absorbs rust stains (Davis FSR for those who are interested) and it was the best $40.00 I ever spent! I put it on the deck, scrub with a brush and then scrap out any remaining rust with a tiny screwdriver. Galt is looking quite polished and ready to be on adventures again. This week has also been testing my ability to breathe my way through my major phobia in life. What phobia is that, you ask? Is it heights? Snakes? Small spaces? Rats? No. It is ants. I know, I know. They are tiny. You can step on them. They are just ants. Ants terrify me. My earliest nightmares were of ants so perhaps I was eaten by ants in a previous life. In my nightmare, the black ants would be on one side of me and the red ants on the other side and they would battle on my stomach. Then, I would run and wake up my poor mother and she would patiently follow me to my room, turn on the lights and point out the fact that were no ants in my bed. We won’t even discuss the time Mom let us watch Charlton Heston’s Naked Jungle where the 2 mile wide, 20 mile long column of army ants was marching through the villages eating everyone….needless to say, Mom paid for that Saturday matinee with no sleep for years to come! So, yes. I am terrified of ants. So, of course, if we have an infestation on the boat, it is not going to be spiders or roaches, it just has to be ants. Ants are everywhere. In the bed, in the kitchen, on the sofa, in the laundry bag, everywhere! How do ants get on a boat? The only way I can figure out is that they stowed away in the laundry bag on the way back from the marina. Now there are millions of them. Okay, Bill would say maybe 50 to 100 but it feels like millions to me! So, yesterday, I went on a rampage to spray the entire boat with ant killer. After I finished the bedroom, Bill asked, “Did you do the drawers?”…. “Why?” I foolishly ask…. “Because there were a couple of ants in my drawer today.” So, I ventured back down to the bedroom and started removing the clothes from the drawers and spraying them with ant spray. All was well until I got to my bottom drawer. There, hiding among my socks and undies was the motherlode of ants. If you have ever wondered how fast Bill can move when he hears a shrieking scream, the answer is pretty darn fast! The next hour was spent with Bill emptying the drawer and going through each piece of clothing and being my ant murdering hero. I can report that I have sprayed every inch of the boat with the ant killer…..I may die of cancer from ant killer but I most certainly will not die by stomach battling ants! This next week has another trip to Santiago to purchase paint and the final pieces necessary to complete our deck cover. Time is passing quickly but the Dominican does not move quickly so fingers crossed we can get it done! Have a wonderful week and if you’d like to throw up a prayer that my ants are gone....or that Charlton Heston shows up to save us, I would be most appreciative!
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