Which is shorthand for floating boat. It's what I live on. It's what I'm currently remodeling. It's why I'm writing this from a tiny hotel 350 miles from LA. I am on the make - headed north - to grab the Airstream cause I just wonder - when will I have the opportunity again to live in the Malibu RV Park? Of course I could live there anytime - but right now, after living on the sailboat, in hotels, on the road, in a sublet, at my pal Lisa's, and pretty much anywhere I could score a good night of shut eye - I just need a little more space and it seems to make sense. Funny - space now means a 23' travel trailer. And, it feels luxe.
Meanwhile - loopin' back through some old pix, I see these of the Flo and think, Oh! Guess that shit was cute even before I ripped her to shreds and uprooted my life and my Keetsa bed and decided to redo her top to bottom. Even before I tossed everything into storage and decided to basically live out of my truck. Thank God I discovered this Rip Curl luggage. Easy to tote, light as a feather and so, so tidy.
I just know that in a few weeks the beast will be done. It has to be done. Toss on some paint, throw in some soapstone, hook up some appliances, tie in some lighting and let's call it a day. I want my mind free from it all. So I can get inspired again. So I can open up a new avenue of thought again. It will be a real, real blissful day when the super-fly 1920's Dutch door from France gets installed. And, it's all locked up tight and a new day begins.