Fretting, Frittering, Fluttering, Frustrating, Making Things Pretty

We'll start out with the thanx for the comment from Budge trying to make excuses for the shoddy measurement job. The Budge tribe has returned from Lower Slobbovia with gifts. I got a bag of white powder that I think is a new type of epoxy filler.  It's better than that bag of leaves he brought back last year. They made the epoxy too lumpy.....

I tried not to contact him while he was on vacation. We are in the age of over communication, where crowds consist of thousands of people holding phones over their heads like some great cult ritual. That iconic Apple commercial of 1984 showing the smashing of the big screen spewing pap at the masses revolutionized the culture. That same company shrank the screen to 3" 30 years later and put it in the hands of everyone who stare at it with the same blank expressions just like that famous commercial, and the pap is worse .  Maybe more "Animal Farm" than "1984".

All week I have been staring at my own screen (I gotta get one of them small ones), slack jawed, dim witted, and fretting the block purchase until my brain overloaded. nigh onto exploded. Quotes to the left of me, quotes to the right of me while time fritters away like a leaf in the wind. The pursuit of gimcracks, geegaws and spinlocks slowly and gently pushed me over the precipice of sanity. I made about 4 spreadsheets to compare prices,and keep track of what I had. Could I just go to one vendor? Nope. Once you find a good price, they tack on shipping and sometimes taxes to see that great price flutters away. Seven different purchases and a couple more to go. The brain freezes up. I killed many an evening on this. I seem to be in the redistribution of wealth business, not in my favor. If money is the root of all evil, I'm pure as the driven snow.

​Enough......on to the blog

Anything made in Pewaukee, Wisconsin's gotta be good. I harken back to my youth growing up not far from there. You must incorporate pieces of yourself into your creations, even if it's merely geographic proximal nostalgia.

I need to address the importance of proper safety attire on  the construction site. In spite of the frou frou skirt, belly shirt, and bare toed sandals, she is wearing proper eye protection! Future boat girl. 

The heat, man, the heat. I drilled and epoxy coated the holes for the bow roller cheeks. It involved the long-ass drill and epoxy coating the holes. The temperature: 96°, hell with metric: damn hot! The heat generally sucked my drive and desire.

I spent a lot of time cleaning all the cabins. I got no pictures. Ninety-six friggin' degrees in the bowels of the boat sweating my bowels off and prolifically using bowelship language. I attacked each cabin with  brush and vacuum cleaner then elbow grease and  Mister clean, damp mop and rags. I discovered many an error. Missed paint spots under beam troughs, Neglect of epoxy coating. I have to  clean up epoxy spills and make it spiffy. I epoxy coated a couple bare spots and put on a coat of primer on the unpainted spots. Beam trough bottoms seemed to be neglected a lot.

The nav station top was too far gone so I made a new one. Delamination of the Baltic birch. I have to do something with it. Y'all don't get this. This is heartache. This is what sucks the desire out of you. "I like building boats so much that I did it twice".

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So it's time to make it pretty again. These are the stair tilt-outs. I painted the interiors with a nice tough enamel paint and sanded the faces, cabin interiors bubbling to the forefront.  So, that's it? It doesn't seem like much. Oh well, I'll try harder this week.

The Music♪: Ganga Behti Ho Kyun "Old Man River"

Just like the river, we keep rollin' along.