Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Land, Ho!

We've moved! We're now back at City Island, but in a.. how do you pronounce it... house?
We decided we wanted to put the boat up for a while to get to some much needed work on the boat done.
We're looking around at marinas/yards on the island that can haul us and block us for a season or two or ...

We're living on the west side of the island (same street) now and we can see the Manhattan skyline from our porch while we drink mint julipes. Ok, that's not true- we don't have a mint julipe recipe. So, if you know a good one, please pass it along to us so we can fulfill our dream of sitting on our porch, drinking mint julipes.

Once we get hauled, we can scrape, sand, patch, and paint the hull which we speculate has several hundred pounds of mollusky goodness growing on it. We'll also be able to finish the reefer, repair the dinnette table, etc. etc. etc. -all things we couldn't do while living aboard.

Now, I'll leave you with Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her, a traditional sea shanty I learned many moons ago:


Leave her, Johnny
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
And the grub was bad and the gales did blow
And it's time for us to leave her
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her

For the voyage is done and the winds do blow
And it's time for us to leave her
You can go ashore and take your pay
The winds was bad and the gales was strong
And heave the hungry packet in
For there's many a worser we've sailed in
For the old pierhead's a-drawing nigh
Oh the times was hard and the wages low
Leave her, Johnny, leave her
I thought I heard the Old Man say
Oh her stern was foul and the voyage was long
And we'll leave her tight and we'll leave her trim
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her with a grin
And now it's time to say goodbye

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