Got Money?

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Thrumming our fingers on the desk does nothing to help with some decision making. Like whether to allow our blog to make money for us. Yes, that’s becoming a ‘thing’ that we have to decide about because suddenly (well, not really that suddenly) we have had a couple of offers from people to advertise on our site. I guess it’s not really that much of a surprise since we’ve been blogging for 5 years in October. We have a lot of posts, even if some of them get more traction than others.money (1)

We’d be lying if we said that we never hoped we could make some change from this blog, but that has never been our primary purpose. We’ve blogged because it sharpens our focus on our goals, helps us meet cool people, and documents an important time in our lives for us and for our children. We hope that after we are dead and gone they will be able to pull up the blog and say, ‘Wow, our parents really did something. Remember when they spent all of our inheritance on a boat and sailed away?’. At the rate we are spending money, the blog may be our only legacy. If people are entertained by our blog and get some ideas from us, that makes us feel good and like we’ve contributed something to others. Plus, we like to write. It’s always been a win for all those reasons.

But now that we are getting closer to ‘living on a fixed income’,  we are asking to be shown other ways of bringing in a little cash. The Universe has responded by offering up a couple of small-time opportunities with the blog. One young company wrote to us and asked if we’d be willing to model their shirts on our blog. We had such a good laugh over that one because the last time anyone asked us to model something for them was… exactly never. We are not young. We are not hip. We do not party. We are boring, thoughtful middle aged people. Also we do not photograph all that well and neither of us have cheekbones. But they seem to like the cut of our jib, so they are either desperate or they have us confused with our kids. But I thought it would be fun, so I said yes. Why not? Free shirts, anyone? If you suddenly see us parading a couple of unusual looking shirts on the blog and linking to a place where you can purchase the shirt for yourself, you’ll know we decided they were okay and we didn’t look too terrible in them.

From our travels to Washington D.C. Traveling costs money.

The other offer was some kind of marketing company in the UK who approached us wanting to publish a guest post related to boating and travel on our site. They would pay us a nominal fee for the privilege. We were suspicious because it sounded a little too easy. We’re always suspicious when things are too easy. But we do get to be ‘in charge’ of it, and we can look the article over and reject it if it looks too hinky. On the other hand, the subject sounded like something we’d like to know about ourselves, so we said yes to it. When I think about the number of hours we’ve put into this website, so far the amount of easy money we could potentially make at this point is somewhere around $.0000000001; a number I am completely making up and that is so infinitesimally small that it could well describe your chances of that Nigerian prince coming up with the money he promised if you’d only share all your banking information. Yay! We will be rich!

Anyhow, heads up. If we post something someone else writes, we will post it as a ‘guest’ post and it will be labeled as such. If we get paid to post something, we’ll tell you. Also, I guess it should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyhow: if we don’t like something, it won’t appear here. If we don’t find it pertinent, it won’t be on our blog.  I’m fairly certain we’re not going to be flooded with requests to become spokespeople for Gill or West Marine, or that our blog is going to be gobbled up by corporate entities who don’t give a crap about the voice of the blog. But, you know, if West Marine needs any more spokes people, I’m looking for a part-time job and I know how to talk. (I’m especially interested in testing and reviewing things like Sat Phones, sailing hardware, dinghies, and head rebuild kits.)

We’re thinking maybe we can make enough change to keep us in coffee if these offers pop up occasionally. Why the heck not? Anyone else have any free stuff they want us to try out and review for them? Bring it on!

From the Library of Congress. I was in complete awe. Europe has nothing on this. Breathtaking.

 

Finally Landlords

This week will usher in a flurry of activity around the old homestead as we prepare for our first, and probably only, experience having strangers living in our house. We had pretty much given up on that idea of how to make a little extra sweet mullah. We had a number of inquiries over the last few months, but at the end of the day, no one had come through with an actual deposit of money to hold the place. C’est la vie. No harm, no foul, and not much lost in the preparation in terms of money. After all, we’re content to live in our house and have no one to care for Skippy yet.

Skippy with one of his many hedgehogs.

Skippy with one of his many hedgehogs.

Now we have a fish on the line and so this week will see us scurrying doing a final empty of drawers and closets, getting rid of more stuff because that just makes good sense, and cleaning the bejesus out of everything. I actually have a list and a schedule in order to make this deadline. Who knew I was so capable of being organized?

The long term plan still remains for our son Andrew and his girlfriend Jill to find jobs here in the Tacoma area and join another young couple (best friends forever) in renting this house.  Andrew just finished that GIS certification to add to his Bachelor’s Degree in Archeology/Geology. He’s looking for his first GIS gig. He’s a hard worker and plays well with others. Keep your eyes open, okay?

Five years of full time school. He is so ready to be done. With dualing computer screens, he is seriously a chip off the old block.

Jill graduates from Western Washington University today. Go Jill! We are so proud of her. She’s a fine artist and her degree is in alternative Arts Education from Fairhaven College of Interdisciplinary Studies. She went to high school at the Tacoma School of the Arts. I think she must have known her general destiny for years. We are looking forward to seeing how her career evolves.

How can this have been an entire year ago? Dan and Claire are back in Guatemala, Jill is wearing the mortarboard this year.

How can this have been an entire year ago? Dan and Claire are back in Guatemala, Jill is wearing the mortarboard this year.

It’s kind of amusing to me that this idea of the younger generation living in the family home is turning out to be the actual plan because years ago, before any of them had finished school, much less had jobs, they all fantasized about living here together when we went gallivanting over the sea. We scoffed. We couldn’t see how they would pull that off.  Now, that’s actually the plan. Why would we scoff at the machinations of youth? Stupid middle aged people. Have we forgotten youth’s magic? Sheesh, I hope not.

So we will get a week of living aboard at the end of the month while our house makes us a little money to earmark for something required on the boat.  We are allowed to spend up to 8 nights/month on board without being considered ‘live aboards’, so that’s perfect. We are looking forward to it. 

 

 

Our New Summer Gig

As summer approaches with us unable to go on an extended cruise, we are chomping at the bit to be out on the water. The Universe has presented us with the opportunity to go sailing each week and to learn a bit more about sail trim. We are crewing on a C&C  40 named Blue Moon. She races every Wednesday night in Commencement Bay in the PHRF class, which means she flies a pretty spinnaker during the downwind leg of the race.

Another pretty boat.

Another pretty boat.

We feel really lucky to have places on this boat. The captain is very experienced and even tempered. He has primary crew who have been sailing with him on this boat for years. They know the boat and each other very well. In general it’s pretty hard to enter a group like that and feel like you are a part of the team. But they were so welcoming and patient with us, teaching us about the boat and giving us jobs to do. Mike and I now know how to properly pack a spinnaker. Mike is working the foredeck (a place where I quickly learned that I do not belong on this boat) and I am working the cockpit. I help with the main sail, and loose the foresail lines on a tack. Mike’s been thrown into the fire on this boat because he’s a guy and they can use another guy on deck. Good thing he’s a quick study.

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Consultation time.

Last weekend we did the Race Around Vashon Island on Blue Moon and it was an excellent day for sailing! We had good wind for the entire race, and with sustained wind building to about 16 knots with gusts beyond 20 knots on the down wind leg, there were some exciting times getting the spinnaker down and changing sails. Here are some photos from our first two races, and some of the lessons we learned, or re-learned.

  1.  I do not get anxious on other people’s boats. There were plenty of opportunities for me to be a little worried on this race boat, especially as people jockey for position at the start line. Not me. Calm as a cucumber. Why? Because it’s not my boat. I’m not responsible for it, and I don’t have to pay for any damage incurred to that boat or other boats. Getting hurt doesn’t actually cross my mind. I also trust this captain. He’s been at this a long time. He doesn’t want to hurt his boat or his crew. He’s also not hard-core-win-at-all-costs. I like that. He wants to have fun. I like that, too.

    This could be an anxious moment. But it’s not.

  2. I now understand completely why there are all-women crew. I am going to want to spend some time on an all-woman boat simply because it will show me how women handle things like all the action on the foredeck during a race when there are no men around to take over. As a middle aged woman, I am definitely the weak link on this crew of mostly men.  At one point I went forward to help the foresail around because everyone else was busy. I’m very glad Mike was there as well because otherwise it would not have ended well for me. I was happy to have escaped with only a small rope burn to my nose. Lesson learned. While we both had a great time that day, Mike came home with considerable bruises as a reward for his time up front. We both took a big dose of ibuprofen and went to bed early, thinking about how much energy it takes to sail a relatively small boat (smaller than ours) in high winds for that long.

    From the left: John, Forrest, Theda, Rich.

  3. I can move fast if I have to. Who knew?

    Captain Forrest at the wheel.

  4. We know more than I thought. The assumption appears to be that if you are a cruiser rather than a racer, you don’t pay much attention to things like where the wind is, what the currents are doing, where you may get caught in a counter-current, how to tweak the sail to get another .1 knot from the boat. We do pay attention to that stuff and always have. The difference is that our current boat, an Olympic 47 that weighs 23 tons, is a different animal from our previous boat, a Cal 34. For instance, we don’t have a traveler on our boat. The traveler on this C&C 40 gets tweaked every time there is a minor change in the wind because that makes a difference in a race. It would not make that much of a difference on our boat. But on our Cal, we used the traveler a lot to make the boat sail better. 
  5. There is something simply glorious about sitting on the rail during a fast race, spray coming over the bow. Especially when it’s not cold. We both miss sailing that close to the water. We love our boat for the purpose of our long trip. She is so comfortable on the ocean and at anchor. But we both see a day when we will go back to a boat that sails closer to the water.

    Sail change.

    Sail change.

We’re looking forward to our Wednesday nights on the water this summer. Tonight it looks like we’ll have terrific wind and sunny skies! Let’s go!