Once you get used to the rocking, it can be heavenly...

Lucky you!

I lived on this very same barge before my marriage. I never forgot the wonderful rocking feeling.

One day soon, I hope, I will be head over heels to be on this barge and refuse to ever move again. That, or the crazy lady who took over my house and kicked me out of the nest will go full on Coo Coo bird and leave. Actually, though, my dear husband hasn't been a dream through all of this so maybe by the time she finishes going nutso, I'll be over him. We shall see.

I lived on a 23' sail boat for one summer. It was a bit cramped, but fun and great for sleeping. Come to think of it, my life was a bit fucked up at that time too, but life on the sailboat made up for it in some ways.

I hope that will be the case for me. I love this rocking. It's happening while I'm typing. Nice.

I guess it's all relative but it sure sounds better than living in your car.

I just ended my 11 year polyamorous marriage so now I'm three weeks into being alone. Getting better about the loneliness but still pretty far away from happily alone. The other partner is actively sabotaging calm heads all around and my kids biomom is worried that he'll get abused without me being there. I'm doubting that last part - I wouldn't have left if I thought he was in any danger. I left because the other partner (new, moved in a scant 5 months ago) seems to have borderline personality disorder and it's catching. I was damn near crazy when I left.

Any questions?

But, hey, my other long, long term tertiary partner has a barge that he was about to rent out. I get a partner discount. Not too much but enough that I can afford to live in Seattle and still pay a hefty child support payment.

And it's another windy night so it's rocking gently. It's like being on a kiddie ride. Small flutters in the tummy but nothing scary.

And they don't own it, it is a malfunction and they don't fully connect with their own doing/destruction. Like a wrench thrown into an engine. One thing in your favor, they can only maintain so long, then people catch on. Good you got out for now, glad you have a safe place to be.

pretty clear that a number of people are, in fact, living in their cars. Good perspective. Thank you. I'm lucky that I'm unionized and get really good wages. I actually made twice what the other three in the house were making.

Long time no see.

Since we met I got divorced, too. It's a rough business, no matter how civil we try and make it.....

I hope you thrive.

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But neither did I think we'd let a genuine not emotionally healthy person in either.

How are you? Long time no see. Are you still down Portland way? Am I just remembering things screwy? Was that a town hall meeting we met at? I remember there were some crazy critters there.

It was during the great Health care clusterfuck, when the baggers first went insane.

Norm Dicks was the speaker, IIRC....Might be hazy on that account- - you and your SO went inside to hear the speakers and I stayed outside looking for gun toting tea baggers.

Alas, there were none.

But there WERE foaming at the mouth unarmed teabaggers in an amazing phalanx.

I had a great time. None wanted to speak to me any further, after about three minutes of conversation....

Almost got punched by one who I told to hand over his Medicare card if he really thought government run healthcare was socialism.

Good times.

You didn't tell me you got punched but you did look to be itchin' for a fight. I thought it was Jay Inslee but you're the one who stands out from that day for me. It was a lot more fun hanging with you than watching that bunch of whiners in the place. So, you've met my now ex-hubby.

Good times indeed.

I woulda been fine - the old guy looked like he couldn't throw a punch.

It was at this point in the year that teabaggers were showing up with guns at Democratic Party town hall meetings.....I kinda wanted to call somebody a coward for showing up with a fucking gun.


I just wanted to get real close and say:

"What the fuck scares you about these town halls so bad, I mean what the hell is so terrifying that you have to bring a fucking gun to a TOWN HALL??? A Democratic party town hall???

IS IT THE FUCKING BIRKENSTOCKS, OR TEH GAYS??? IS IT THE BLACKS? THE TYE DIED TEE SHIRTS?

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?"

But, alas, I never got the chance.

Still, a boy can hope.....

Government run healthcare is socialism and I for one, welcome my socialist overlords. It's better than wage slavery, which is how the current system is rigged and not even very well, actually.

Word.

Uh huh, yessir!

It was on a canal between Miami Springs and Hialeah. Every weekend the pleasure boaters would zoom by at high speeds. It caused the boat to rock and roll. I couldn't stand it any longer and eventually moved.

Remember Sleepless in Seattle? I can see the houseboat they used for the film from my window. All the houseboats around me are two story and then there's little ol' me in a bright purple 10 X 50 with a loft I can comfortably sleep in but not stand up in. Daily, my noggin', which is apparently made of steel, reminds me of this fact.

I think I shall see if Netflix has that film. I need a good laugh and I promise you, if you know the geography of Seattle, it is a sidesplitter of a movie! But the houseboat is real - probably goes for 2 million dollars though.

Do not watch a romance, even an absurd romance, three weeks into a separation. Too heavy.

It was wonderful.

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I had considered a boat. How romantic (even if you're not involved at the moment --
you're living in a place many have only fantasized about).
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I envy you.
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I lived WAY out in the flat desert and windstorms would cause a gentle rocking motion
that was very nice -- except for the ONE gust that was so hard that my cat NoName
looked at me -- suddenly also concerned by the tone of the "FUCK!!!" that escaped
my lips.
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Enjoy!