Well,  Jeff and I put good intentions aside and now we’re back on board Kismet, ready to do some sailing. Finally.

Back in Georgia, in a mad-dash effort to ready our lakehouse for the rental market, it became clear that we were unprepared to carry out the unrealistic expectations we imposed on ourselves. Just soaking in the immensity of the job exhausted me. So I busied myself catching up on my On Demand programs, changing my website,  reading the pile of “hold mail” rag-mags that had accumulated, and arranging doctors appointments, pedicures and haircuts.

Carload. Photobomb by Roxie!

Additionally, the SUV and pop-up didn’t sell as hoped, (one of our few craigslist failures), and between family visits and general maintenance all crammed in to a month-long trip, we pretty much bagged our idealistic plan.  We have done carpet cleaning with the help of an expert, cleared what we could, packed the necessities, closed the house down and headed back to the Chesapeake Bay.

For six straight days, Jeff busted his ass getting the boat in cruising shape, installing new anchor chain, a new pulley-system for the outboard, and lots of mechanical and electrical chores. While he did his thing, I was busy figuring out where this newest carload of our “stuff” was going to fit.

prepping the anchor

After my suitcase was unpacked, and my clothes crammed into the two (yes, two) miniature drawers, I had to gloat. I had done myself proud back home, culling, then culling some more, the clothing I allowed myself to bring. It was not much, let me tell you.

I even left my boots behind.

That’s right. No boots. I only brought five pairs of shoes, and that includes the two pairs of flip-flops that I practically live in, hiking tevas, running shoes and one pair of cute purple sneakers. Oh, and my Crocs. Make that six pairs. Six pairs of shoes, all crammed into a nook the size of a milk carton.

mine

So when I showed Jeff how diligent I’d been, I really expected major cudos. It was then that I realized that I was just noticing that he had three drawers! And they were twice as deep as my doll-house sized ones! And his cavernous shoe locker easily held all 27 pairs of shoes he brought!

his

Wait, WHAAAT????? Upon further inspection, I saw that he had brought all his clothes from home! They were neatly rolled up just so, and looked ever-so-neat and orderly. Especially compared to the way I cram my clothes into the tightest of spaces with no method to the madness. (I’ve always done this. I have vowed, on several occasions, to be neater, but it just isn’t meant to be.)

The pantry is stocked

In an attempt to deny him his space and force him to trade, he reminded me that I would then lose my right to all the bathroom drawers. We were down to negotiating square inches, and could not, I would not, give up my bathroom space! Not that I brought much makeup and that, but I have my pedicure implements, including an array of seasonal color selections. I also have my electric toothbrush (although I forgot the charger) and my products, that, I explained to deaf ears, were essential to keep me from looking like a washed-up sea-hag.

We are finally moved-in and cruise ready. Everything has found its place, and even the pups have their very own cubby for their snuggies, toys and treats. The pantry is stocked, albeit haphazardly, but I’m sure Jeff will tackle that on his down time.

Now we are preparing to set sail for destinations North. Wait, did I say North? Yes, North, but just for a bit. We never were ones to conform to the norm. Please follow us on our adventures, and leave us a message. We love to hear from readers!