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Beached Whale

It's deja vu, all over again.

  • Last year we got to the boat in early December. In January we still had not departed. Ditto that!
  • Last January, we had to have the boat hauled for work regarding the propeller shaft seal. Ditto that!
  • Last year our stay in Brunswick was bitterly cold. Ditto that!
  • Last year the cold weather precluded our starting south. Ditto that!
  • Last year Carol and I spent time at Joan's, broken ribs, this year, repairs. Ditto that!

Carol and I seem to be condemned to repeat the past despite not having forgotten it.

On Tuesday, 12/28/10 we had the boat towed to the yard and it was hauled.


The repair was complicated, time consuming and will probably have cost more than the GDP of many small countries, e.g. Burkina Faso. I told Carol not to tell me what the bill was. Basically, everything from the transmission to the propeller was replaced: shaft, seals, bearings and all parts through which these traverse. If the repair was done well, not a given at this boatyard, there will be, maybe, a swallow of lemonade: a dripless shaft seal that really does not leak, something that we have not had during our ownership period; enough room on the propeller shaft to attach a large sacrificial zinc, which will need replacing less often than the present arrangement. And in the tearing the boat apart two other problems surfaced, one very serious, which were repaired.

Since Carol and I were not able to stay on the boat, we imposed on others for bed and board. We did go to see Mom over Christmas, very snowy, very cold. We have been at Carol's sister's, Joan, for almost three weeks. Fortunately, Joan is a very nice and gracious lady and didn't kick us out. The high point for the holidays was Carol infecting everyone with a wicked cold. The only possible relief would have been a quick trip to Afghanistan where some mad mullah would have performed an anodyne decapitation on an infidel. Unfortunately, we left our passports on the boat, so we stayed here and suffered.

Before the boat was hauled, I was in a dinghy doing some cleaning on the hull; the boat was bow in so the stern of the boat was visible. A guy, who was out rowing in his dinghy, rowed over and asked me if we spoke Serbo-Croation, having seen the boat's name, and being from the former Yugoslavian area. We allowed that our vocabulary was the single word: Ziveli. He told us that Ziveli is not a noun form, life, but a verb form, live, which I like even more. Regardless, we all agreed that Ziveli is a good injunction and a good name for a boat. This was made more poignant when we received the news that Ed, our boat neighbor and good friend, had died. He was my age; it was his heart. This was a mirror whose reflection was very uncomfortable. And, since Ed's boat is 5-ft. away, we look into that mirror many times a day.

On Tuesday, 01/18/11, the boat went back in the water, three weeks to the day. The engine has to aligned to the new propeller shaft, yet to be done, a final step which could be simple or not. We have to combobulate the boat, get supplies and all. Heading south ... who knows? The best case scenario is sometime the week of 01/23.

Posted by sailziveli 16:03

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