Work Week.

Yesterday was the first day of Marks week off work to... work, on the boat. With one kiddo still in Victoria we have the two boys here who are pretty good at entertaining themselves. 

Our little helpers who, after watching Herbie the Love bug movies, are obsessed with punch buggies.

It was also the first day of Race Week here on Whidbey Island. This is the navy base next door to the marina, they open gates in the fence which separates the two and they set up a tent city on the grassy area on the base, hundreds of people come from all around Washington, Oregon and BC. 

The mornings and evenings are hectic at the marina, the sailboats heading out for their races and in again after supper but the days are deadly quiet and thankfully the nightly bands playing at the yacht club wrap up by 9pm, so not too bad.

We have a huge list of projects to work on this week, really want to get the last big projects done or at least started. Unfortunately we were still waiting for our order from Go2Marine with the supplies we need to arrive so we spent the day working on building a propane locker.

The boys made swords out of scrap wood and duct tape.

They love the yellow duct tape, it is everywhere.

Unfortunately we started having plumbing problems in the afternoon. I had just bought a memory foam mat for the galley and when I stepped on it during lunch it squished and my feet got wet. We looked everywhere to find where the water came from but couldn't see the source, so we figured the boys had spilt something and weren't telling so we cleaned it up and carried on. 

Thanks to the still leaking shower nozzle in the cockpit I decided it was time to make some cockpit flooring, wooden deck grating to keep us elevated above the wet floor, as it seems my pet peeve of a wet cockpit is never going to manage to be kept dry so at least this will help. Starting to varnish the wood slats for the decking.

The newly painted rhib back in the water.

The epoxied propane locker in its place.

Fits like a glove.

Once supper time rolled around we discovered a significant leak in the galley when I reached in the cupboard for a fork and my utensil tray was full of water. All the pipes leading to the cockpit where the shower goes out, where the city water and hot water comes in is in that cupboard and it seemed the other end of the shower hose was leaking inside and that's how the mat got wet.

Look out! He's got a pex tool and knows how to use it!

Mark ran an extension of pex pipe outside into the cockpit behind the propane locker where all the connections are and attached the shower to that with a new fitting so that if it does leak again it will leak into the cockpit and not the galley. Unfortunately when we turned the water back on one of the other fittings inside the cupboard had come loose and needed up be replaced too. Of course by then it was late at night and Home Depot was closed so we were without water for the night, we took a break from the boat and went to the drive-in to watch Planes 2.

 Doesn't everyone have screw drivers in with their spatulas?

This morning bright and early Mark went off and got the new fitting for the pipes and a new shower

head and hose and everything was fixed... Well sort of. It seems there is some kind of regulation on the shower head he bought that says all hand held shower heads must have a slight drip while in the off mode, so we replaced a broken shower head that leaked all over my cockpit to a new one that was designed to leak all over the cockpit, at this point I am feeling like I can't win, the writting is on the wall, I can see it now "Becky is never to have a shower on their boat." But Mark came up with another work around, he's so good at doing that, we went out and bought another pex fitting that has a ball opening that can me opened and shut. He installed it right before the shower hose so we can completely shut off the water to the shower head when not in use, finally no drips, SweetHaven is currently leak free... For the moment.

This morning our supplies were delivered and we are moving on to projects we actually had planned to do, on to lifelines.