Living space good; electricity bad

Yesterday was the first day where I didn't do something madly butch on the boat, like plumbing or carpentry (or not much, anyway.) Instead, I finally conquered the main living space. Now, almost everything has a place, and almost everything is in its place.

The "almost" is a little galling, but closing that gap will involve, you guessed it, carpentry and plumbing.

The Japan Woodworker, that fabulous shop across the island, gives lessons. I think I have to go talk to them about that, and find out if they can help me figure out how to accommodate my arms. Going over to inquire is no hardship [drool].

It's pissing down rain, so I can't get much done here ... the rain has gone on for several days, which is great for pointing out slow leaks, but most of the slow leaks go into the electrical system. This means I can't use the cabin lights or onboard radio; I have to use shore power for everything.

I know that I really ought to strip out the old wiring, so the chronic shorts don't cause a fire. That's a bitch of a job, particularly when you have problematic wrists and have to work in such small spaces. I'm not sure I'm up to it today. But time is not on my side, I know that.

The engine and gas tank, which are shoehorned in with about 1 cm of clearance on each side, block access to most of the electrical works. I was planning to do this when all that crap was out to be worked on. argh

Well, what's another essential life-support system under construction? It's not as if this boat could pass inspection anyway. Not yet. And I surely will be glad when it's done.