Monday, February 27, 2012

Notes on Living Together in a Small Space

Putting my dinner dish in the sink tonight, I noticed the grime at the base of the splash board.  It's the kind of dirt that you don't notice - it just gradually accumulates - until suddenly you do notice it, and wonder when you started living in squalor.

"God, this galley is a mess", I muttered to myself after dinner.

I swear that I was just thinking about how I had great intentions of pulling out the stove and cleaning underneath it and generally giving the galley an annual inside-the-corners scrub once we reached Hobart, but had never gotten around to it.

But, what actually happened is that Alisa overheard me and has spent the hour and a half since the boys went to sleep scrubbing at the galley, a frown of concentration on her face.

I'm pretty sure that's not the outcome that I intended.

But then again, our own motives are often mysterious to us!  And nothing happens in a social vacuum on a family sailboat.  Every muttered comment and facial tick contributes to the tapestry of on-board communication.

Next time I'll keep my muttered comments to myself and just pick up a scrub brush.

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    1. but hold on - you don't live on a boat. this happens in houses, too?

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  2. Yes-it happens frequently to those who live houses in the United States, too! :) Can't wait to see you guys!! Zoya

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    1. hey Zoya - we're looking forward to it...

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  3. Hehehehe! I can SO relate to that post!
    www.sailingsunline.com

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    1. glad you liked it... maybe it's easier to share the space on a boat when you're on passage?

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