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I’ve been slowly moving in over the past couple days grabbing things here in there to complete the living experience. Last night i brought two things that i felt i were missing. I went home to have some dinner with friends and i grabbed my house slippers. House slippers are such a simple thing that can make you feel more comfortable in a otherwise uncomfortable situation. I like to bring them along whenever i make nautical expeditions.

Oh, and the other thing i brought was my cat.

Saide is the cat i acquired after the girl i was cat sitting for never asked for her back. It’s not a crime, i’m into Saide so i never went out of my way to give her back. She came from the pound and has feline leukemia. She is sweet and cuddly. Her only draw back is that she is extremely talkative. I like to pretend she is just saying “I love you” over, and over, and over, and over, but i’m sure that’s not the case. I was debating whether or not i should even bring her but my friend Kaylin informed me that looks are the only thing that matter and she would look damn good on the island.

About 9.30pm last night i made the decision to bike Saide the 8 mile trip from her comfortable stationary home to a more rustic, floating one. Let me point out one thing, its not because i had no other option that i chose to do something stupid, friends offered me a ride in a more traditional feline carrying transport but i declined after a little deliberation.

I packed Saide in a book bag and strapped it close to my chest like a twisted baby bjorn. I loaded up the food and litter box and we were off. I had no idea what to expect, i didn’t know if she was going to pee all over me, claw me in the face, or jump out in the middle of the street. I was ready for the worst. She actually started out the trip purring, it wasn’t until we got onto 16th street that she started to become vocal. For most of the trip she just hung her head out and seemed to enjoy the speeding environment and gentle rocking of the peddles but there were several times she looked me straight in the eyes and meowed as loud as she could. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to say “THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!” or “ARE YOU SURE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING?”

Once we got off the street and onto the path it was calm and beautiful. Saide quieted and we rode through a thick cloud of lightning bugs. By the time we got to the water she had given up resisting. Once on board she resumed purring and seemed to be immediately comfortable. Now i have a good island buddy and accessory.

 

redesign

old design Click 2x for large view

So the original design for the floating garden has been giving me some uneasy feelings.  Our plan is to treat them a lot like the floating message containers. They would be a styrofoam shell that mimics the surface of the island, smooth and white.  (insert butt joke)  I have some problems with that, not only will that much styrofoam be expensive, it will be hard to adjust and get the water level just where we want so the plants have enough water but don’t drown. Not to mention what will we do with all that foam when the project is over?  I’m thinking of having 15 floating pots, that’s a lot of styrofoam that will be in a very specific shape.
 

new design

new design Click 2x for large view


So i brought my concerns to my personal super hero Jacob McCoy. We talked about new designs and he suggested building a frame around two 55 gallon plastic drums. It will be cheaper and we can use them as rain barrels after the project. There will be a wooden frame that fits on top of the barrels and there will be a nylon strap net to cradle the garden pots. Everything can be repurposed and i can adjust the water level by adjusting the tension of the straps or letting some water into the barrels. Lets do it!

 

hidden treasures

pay dirt

My man, Alan Gofinski.  I was starting to worry about how much dirt I was using filling up the bins.  There is this mysterious white container in my yard underneath the grape harbor. It’s always been filled with sticks and ignored for the last 4 years.  Being the curious fellow that he is, Alan started removing the brush to find a substantial amount of composted soil.  The container is about 4.5’ tall and 5’ in diameter.  It’s a little over half full so I don’t have to worry about dirt.  Thanks Al!

 

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