I have plans, tons of plans! Often, they are super unrealistic but I feel like its always good to have goals for things. Seems totally realistic to buy a Harley even though the last time I tried to be in charge of a bike I hit a hay bale and tipped over……..yea……that happened. Saturday morning I made a plan to steal a ’74 Trans Am….seems totally legit to me. Just need to find out the garage code and we are good to go!
Today marks the beginning of the end of a plan that in theory seemed great, but reality had other plans. My Dad had bought a sailboat…I assume….before I was born. In any case, I don’t remember an existence pre-Sea Jet. That’s the name of the boat, the Sea Jet. Seems like an odd name for a boat that’s in no way large enough to be sea worthy, but it’s a play on our family initials. She’s a couple years older than I am, but she’s got a retractable keel, and that makes her a very rare girl indeed! She’s also, I think, one of the smallest sailboats you can find with a sleeper cabin. You could go drop anchor in the middle of the lake and live on her for the weekend if you want. We never spent much time out on the boat, life just got too busy. The Jet mostly hung out back behind my Grandpa’s house taking Mother Nature’s abuse. When I was in high school, Dad and I did get it all cleaned up and launched out in the marina for the summer. It was a good summer, and I was a big fan of scampering around the deck barefooted whist trying to learn how to sail. I never really did learn how to sail, this was a minor flaw in my sailing plans, but that’s what Google is for right?!?!
After Dad died, I wanted the Jet to be my project. I was going to get her all cleaned up and redone. She was going to get new vinyl decals (blue instead of the 80’s brown she’s currently rocking), new cushions and curtains in the cabin, and new riggings all around. I decided on redoing everything in blue because Dad had blue eyes and I thought that would be a nice touch. Plus…..I mean the cushions are orange…..ORANGE PEOPLE!! I just couldn’t leave them like that! The inside is also rocking some sorta orangey tinted wood….nothing a coat or two of white paint wouldn’t help perk up!
Alas, sailing isn’t really a middle class, single, white girl’s hobby. Marina fees for the season alone are much more than I can afford, and the Jet does need new riggings before she’d be lake worthy. I’m not sure how much the rigging would cost me, but I’m betting it’s not in the budget. I haven’t had the heart to un-bag the sails, they look like they are fine, but if they aren’t that would be a huge expense. Beyond the financial issue comes transport and storage. I’m not sure my Terrain has the muscle to haul her, and I have a hard time shelling out the funds to spiff her all up if I’m just going to have to leave her outside in the weather as always. Plus, Grandpa’s house is no longer available for free storage, so that’s a whole issue as well.
Long story short, we have to sell the boat. I think this is the first project in my life that I’ve had in my hands and had to give up on. I don’t often bite off more than I can chew, although I do love to dream big. So I spent the day scrubbing the years off the Sea Jet and getting her ready for the “For Sale” signs. Hopefully, she’ll catch someone’s attention and they can take her out to the lake where she belongs. Realistically, I’ve done most of the hard manual labor for them now anyway!