December 1, 2009

Mr. Headlight

Christmas season is upon us.  As Imagine passes through places such as St. Augustine and Vero Beach, FL I'm surprised to see Christmas trees in the park and lights decorating the streets.  For this northeastern girl, it’s surreal to walk around in shorts with temperatures in the 80’s while looking at the holiday decorations.   

As we mosey down the Inter Coastal Waterway passing through Jupiter, FL the water suddenly became a beautiful aquamarine.  I felt as if I had arrived.  There is nothing like clear aquamarine waters to make you think tropical. Today, we’ve seen statues of gorillas, alligators and sailfish along the way, but when Ed pointed out the 10-foot snowman, I laughed out loud.  I rubberneck to get a better glimpse of a giant plastic snowman sitting in front of a palm tree on the front lawn of a home.  The water was blue. The sun was shining.  It was 80 degrees and we were looking at a snowman. 

The blue wate didn't last and turned grey again as we passed the Jupiter inlet and continued our passage south.  We celebrated Thanksgiving before we left.  We decided early on to boycott the commercial aspect of Christmas this year.  I have a picture of a Christmas tree from my former co-workers.  I’ll be hanging it in the boat to remind me of the reason for the season.   I’m not buying gifts, nor am I accepting gifts this year. 

However, I do havethe perfect inexpensive gift for every guy and girl as well. Shortly before leaving port my husband, I’ll call him Mr. Headlight for this story, bought a headlamp on an adjustable elastic cord that he wears around his head.   While he bought his headlamp at a nearby home improvement store, the neat little tool can be purchased for under  $15 almost anywhere.

The clever little device takes up little space.  It offers a red light for night vision and three levels of LED light for reading or working in dark places like under a sink.   The headlamp also offers a tilt action that allows Mr. Headlight to adjust the light for looking up or down.  He likes this gizmo so much that he has become a walking advertisement.  He doesn’t know how he ever managed without one. 

There is an answer for that and her name is Sharron.   I used to stand for hours, or so it seemed, holding a flashlight while he worked on one project or another.  Ladies, buy your man a headlamp.  You won’t have to hold the flashlight again while he tinkers in the dark, under the sink or in the basement.  In my case, it was usually the engine compartment of the boat.  And, if you are not holding the flashlight, you won’t have to fetch the wrench, or the screws, or the tape measure that he forgot when he started the project.   As soon as Mr. Headlight straps on the unit, I know it’s time to disappear.   On a boat that’s kind of hard. I do my best.

Mr. Headlight wears his new toy, I mean tool, so often that he sometimes forgets he has it on.   He has been asked if he had been mining lately as he sat outside one marina with the unit strapped on.   We were getting ready for bed the other night and yes… Mr. Headlight was in full regalia.  I finally put my foot down and told him that he wasn’t going to wear it to bed.  He replied, “Well what if I get lost in the dark?”   I  shook my head.

I have to admit that the headlamp has been a very useful addition to the limited inventory of items we can store on the boat. I tease Mr. Headlight about his new headgear, but to be honest, I’ve been known to borrow it a time or two.A headlamp is a great gift idea for the person who has everything, or for anyone at all.  It makes a great reading lamp for nighttime reading.  It’s a great beacon if you jog or take walks in the dark.   For a little extra light, working in tight dimly lit spaces… or even getting lost in the dark, the headlamp fills the bill.

And for those who might already own this useful device, you can also make a donation in someone's honor this Christmas season.  My favorite charity happens to be Meals on Wheels.  A gift of a meal for Christmas doesn’t get more personal.  There are over 4,500 such programs in the United States.  

November 25, 2009

Leaving Port

Friends and colleagues had one of three reactions when I told them of my plans to move from my home to a boat for two years.  First… are you crazy?  Second, you are kidding… right?   Third, I wish I could do that.  The answer to those questions came easy… no, no and you can do anything if you put your mind to it.

Pulling in the lines and waving goodbye to family and friends at the dock was the easy part.  Getting ready to transition from a house to a boat was harder, much harder. My husband, Ed and I had talked about leaving port for several years.   We bought the right boat, rehabbed it… and we were ready.  NOT!   Well he was anyway.  He had recently retired and was ready to sail the road less traveled.  It’s one thing to talk about it in the future, another when reality comes to call.

Leaving port meant leaving work
Leaving Meals on Wheels was the first reality check.  I was actually going to go through with this.  I had the best job in the world…. most days anyway.  I worked there for nearly 19 years.  I worked with hundreds of volunteers each year.  I helped to make a difference in the lives of elderly and disabled.  It was fulfilling work.

A sabbatical crossed my mind, but that route was not in the best interest of Meals on Wheels.  The agency really needed someone at the helm who could continue to move the program forward.   That person turned out to be Peg Marshall. I realized that it was never a good time to leave and that it was time for me to make a change.  Once the decision was made stress diminished a bit, but other challenges came forward.

Leaving port meant leaving family
It is fair to say that I became quite emotional every time anything I thought about leaving my grandchildren, Lexi and Sam, for such a long time.    My mom and dad, still live in Sharptown where I was raised, both have a few health challenges of their own.   What if some thing happens and I’m not around?  I have a close relationship with my own children.  All three are independent and on their own, but I would also be away from them.  I’ve always been there for them whether they needed me or not. I still worry about them even at ages 34, 32, and 27. A Single Side Band Radio and a Pactor modem will allow me to stay in contact with them via e-mail when cell phone coverage ends in the Bahamas.  I’m also flying home for six weeks to welcome my third grandchild and visit family and friends in early spring.

Leaving port meant living in a small area
A 42-foot boat only holds so much.  I had to choose items we could take.   What was I going to do to keep busy?  I love to read. There isn’t much room for books. A Kindle solved the book issue and an I Pod the matter of music.   We were able to put 95 CD’s on the I Pod that we can plug into our radio.  The Kindle holds 1000 books.  I have downloaded 100 so far.  Most are free from the Guttenberg Project, Barltelbys.com and feedbooks.com.  I downloaded Caliber, a free translation program that will convert e-books to a format read by Kindle.

I carefully selected items we would use.  It ‘s amazing how little you need.  Crystal, china, pizza rollers, curling irons, ironing boards, items we use most every day are now packed away.  On the boat I have large, medium and small saucepans and frying pans.  Crystal has given way to plastic glasses.  Plastic storage containers double as mixing bowls. 

Leaving port means a new way of living
The job is gone and I’ve survived.  I do miss my colleagues and so many of the volunteers at Meals on Wheels.  Now instead of getting ready for work and sitting in traffic, I pull up the anchor and am underway usually before 7 a.m.   I have not sat in a boat jam yet. Instead, I watch dolphins swim along the boat. Pelicans fly in formation on their way to roost. Mangroves and mansions pass by as Imagine carries me forward. The grandchildren are only a phone call away.   I get pictures when I can get Internet connection.  I talk to my children and my parents every few days and sometimes more. 

As far as living in a small space, it’s not so bad.  I’ve found a home for most of the items I’ve brought to the boat.  The forward berth is still somewhat of a storage area. One perk is not having a huge area to clean   Ed and I have spent a lot of time close to one another.   I can cook at the stove and reach in the fridge at the same time.  Mostly I’m relaxing and having a great time.   Soon we will be on our way to Key West.  From there we head to the Bahamas.

Imagine was anchored in St. Augustine, FL at mile marker 777 off the Inter Coastal Waterway when this article was submitted.