With fresh bottom paint and her new hatches, Isabella's looking fabulous. We went over this morning to do a little extra scrubbing and polishing for a showing tomorrow.
It was chilly and the wind was picking up. Chip was below trying to start the engine. I was in the cockpit zipping in the canopy.
The engine refused to start, and the zipper seized up.
The cold wind caught the loose canopy fabric, and it flap, flap, flapped over my head. At once I went from being angry to feeling sad and terribly guilty.
There's a disease amongst boaters known as AYB, anthropomorphizing your boat. Okay, it's not called AYB, but most of us have it. Here we were giving Isabella all this attention, just so we could sell her, and in my mind she was hunkering down and growling at us. She didn't want to go.
"She's not gonna make it easy for us, is she," I said.
As the morning wore on, warm sunshine crept slowly down the companionway stairs, and we all warmed up a bit. The engine started, and with Chip's help, I finally got that canopy zipped into place. Pleased with my progress, I turned around to see a huge section on the opposite side ripped out.
I took the offending fabric off and home for a quick repair. As I was zipping it back into place, another zipper ripped out.
Then the guy who was going to look at the boat cancelled.
Just another day in paradise.
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