This afternoon found me reposing in the v-berth contemplating the purpose of mold. Finally accomplishing the task of putting Guinna’s room in order after the winning combo of chain locker/ chain plate leak on passage, i decided to give her ceiling the monthly mold inhibiting wipe down.This task is often rote and done quickly but as Alex was out , the Guinnesster otherwise occupied and Bowie somberly crooned on the stereo, i was given a bit of time for reflection on the subject.
I am the type of soul who will always seek to find the purpose of things. Even if said things are affecting myself negatively, i strive to see the bigger picture and their place in it. Today i believe i did, finally, for one of my biggest nemesis’ and can breath better (literally, i did just clean:) knowing my effort is not in vain for my enemy is a worthy one.
This is how it went..
After tossing out the traditional idea of decomposer (and possibly shouting aloud “but our boat is not dying” knowing the ridiculousness of that utterance for everything is , is it not?), i considered it’s diet, water. Mold decomposes water, of course you say, we know that, but do we truly appreciate it? All of the moisture that escapes us in our days aboard our floating homes is collected and centralized by this aggravating foe. The mold leads us to our leaks, allows us to repair them and then clean up with a bit of spray and rag. It is not always pretty, and in the worse case scenarios uber toxic but easier then sopping up loads of unchecked water or dealing with the catastrophe of a small leak missed and turned bigger.
Quite a liberating thought process, indeed, though i do consider the possibility that i am merely placating myself and whistling while i work.
Never the less, i sit writing this with a somewhat better acceptance of my endless task and new resolve. For now that i know my enemy, he is that much closer to defeat.
This moment is life
sam