The last two months have been the worst of my life. Period. Getting ripped off once. Getting ripped off twice (I’ll get to that later). I have sat down many a times to write something. Each time failing to hit the ‘Publish’ button. Why? Because everything I had to say was dry, boring dribble. Stuff about how crappy our life has been. No one wants to hear that. Least of all myself. I would have had to change the tag line; “Hey, welcome to a blog about two people living in a boatyard. They’re at each others throats and he is borderline depressed.”
I attempted to write about how shitty some people have been to us. How life on the hard is, well, hard. It’s all garbage. Here’s why; We hired those contractors. We were responsible for managing them. We decided to do this refit. It’s garbage because my attitude was garbage.
We’ve made a few mistakes in the last few months. First, we under estimated the timeline. Second, we hired a contractor to build our first top without direct supervision (he needed babysitting). Third, we hired a second contractor to build another hardtop but again, we did a poor job at managing and believed his web of lies (they were extensive).
I’ll tell you this. It’s been a hell of a ride.
So what’s the deal with the second hard top? We waited two months for a hard top. The guy came out and measured. Measured again. We talked about the details almost daily. Everything seemed right other than the constant delays. The legs were made & mounted. The questions got more detailed as we progressed as they typically do. From a general template to specific details of where the wires will run. Where the legs will be mounted. How the sliding hatch will work. Everything made sense. Everything was normal, other than we had never laid eye on this ‘hardtop’. We tried. We were evaded. We should have caught on sooner. Turns out there never was a hard top. The “expert”, led us to believe he was constantly working on it. Little did we know he was an expert liar. In the end we confronted him by waiting at his shop until he finally came out (yes, he was hiding inside). He came up with a new lie: “It flew off the trailer while transporting.” What a bunch of bull shit. I have never seen such an elaborate web of lies. His deceipt was amazing in it’s own right. Pathological. We’ve asked ourselves many of times “why?” Why build and install the supporting legs? Why come back and get more measurements, more templates? The only answer we can come up with is drugs. It is evident he did drugs in the past and likely he took the materials deposit and went on a month long ride. That, and like many boaters in Deltaville, he thought we’d eventually just give up, leave and head south.
We are picking up the pieces now and trying to figure out what to do next. Virginia is cold. We are done here.
But none of this matters anymore. We’ve left. Our bow is pointed south. Every day, every hour it get’s warmer. The wind is in our face. The fishing lines are out. Already landed one massive King Mackerel and we have dolphins on the bow.
Life starts now.