"Mom we live on a boat, our feet get wet."

    
             Every Christmas my mom has a big dinner party, and every year she misses it cause she can't sit down till the last fork is washed, and all the wrapping paper thrown out.  I too like a clean home, but on a boat it's a bit harder.  Mostly it's learning to live with puddles.  Down here rain means you have one cloud that really dumps on you for 30 minutes, see above photo, then it's sunny, then another cloud rolls in three hours later, and this goes on all day.  I use to clean up puddles right away but now my philosophy is wait till it's all over than clean up. 

             Of course it had to rain the first day of my mom's visit.  After the first cloud past, she was out there sweeping up the cockpit puddles, as fate would have it the drains were clogged.  So for about an hour the three of us worked cleaning out the drains, and bailing out water.  Then cloud number two came, just making the problem worse. I saw that determined to get the job done look in her eyes, and knowing another rain cloud was on it's way I  said, "Mom we live on a boat, our feet get wet."  We ended up compromising, she'd stop cleaning, and check out the flea market, only if we shopped for something to unclog the drains.  We looked forever, but couldn't find a drain cleaner, but fortunately it didn't matter, by the time we got back my guy had cleaned up the water, and the rest of the visit was all sunshine.