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I hurried out and packed up grasses I’d cut down the night before that were now blown across the yard. So much for getting ahead. I worked for an hour before he arrived; loaded my tools into his truck and drove to the marina. Though dressed warmly, six hours in the outdoors working in temperatures in the thirties took its toll.
I arrived home around five chilled to the bone and pretty beat up. I’d climbed up and down an 8’ step ladder to get on and off the boat and to work my way around it trying to remove wooden trim that I would be refinishing and replacing after we replaced the deck. There was a good deal of time spent on hands and knees crawling into tight places to loosen bolts and remove salvageable pieces parts. We’d loaded everything we’d be reusing and had removed to a storage site, which meant more hauling and carrying from truck to basement.
I could have ridden the trainer or gone for a run, but elected instead to take a hot shower, download pictures on facebook of the boat progress, and eat a warm dinner while watching an episode of ’30 Rock’. I struggled to keep my eyes open; exercise was a vague apparition. Besides, I figured I needed my rest for tomorrow when we’d again attack the boat with the hopes of firing up the engines, something that had not happened in over four years.
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