I rejoined the cellular phone milieu by purchasing a new geegaw to replace the one that got stolen. Freedom is not having a cell phone. Ben is starting a betting pool to see how long it will last before I chuck it into the ocean.
Every week I deftly (daftly) manipulate my mind and assemble this random collection of scrambled thoughts into a semi coherent account of the week's endeavors. I weave and dodge through semi jelled concepts and mostly remember what I accomplished (I think). I then shovel them together in a pile and, wearing nitrile gloves, pick out the semi-relevant and chronicle them. It is haphazard and piecemeal. It is my life. Hell it's everyone's life.
So it has arrived, that hallowed moment, the time to throw away my beat up epoxy encrusted paint splattered blue shirt. It has built a house and a boat. It has been covering my back through joy and sorrow for many years. It has outlived pets, automobiles, relationships and tarnished dreams. I honestly cannot remember how I acquired it, I only know that it always had my back. So the time has arrived to finally let it go. I know that I will automatically reach for it on a chill day for a while until it fades from my memory and autonomic reflexes. It's funny how one becomes attached to inanimate objects in this disposable society where electronic geegaws become obsolete in a few short months. So, farewell, Old Paint, you have served well.
The swim ladder was bothering me so I cut up some 2X4's and laminated them to get just a bit more thickness. Then cut them to what I think might be the correct angle. The table saw brought it close, but angle ripping is, to say the least, interesting. Deciding that still needed my phalanges so that I can continue to be able to count to 21, I switched to the power hand planer. Several passes brought them to the correct shape. Then I cut three slots for non slip purposes. Next came the sanding off the paint on the steps so I could glue them. I held the blocks to the surface with screws from the bottom. When the epoxy was set up, I removed the screws. A good clean up and sanding allowed me to, everybody all together now, "Apply two coats of epoxy, one coat of primer, and two coats of paint". I let it all sit for a couple days and today lashed the ladder on.
Yeah, it's hot, 36 meters in metric! Inside a hull it's as close to hell as you can get, Kilauea aside. If you work inside a hull, you come out drenched in sweat and 4 pounds lighter!
I worked inside the hull.....(?). The starboard aft cabin had stuff stacked and it was a challenge to get anything out of it. I thunk and thunk. I finally settled on a shelf of 2X4's (tuba fors) angled on each side to allow another shelf back there. The 2X4's allow me to use as many as I need. They can be removed, if necessary or just a few of you wish. It helped a lot.
One final feeble futile attempt to see if I could save my $10 garage sale table saw resulted in a trip to the dumpster. That old saw cut 40' long stringers and allowed me the ability to do small projects. It must be nostalgia dumpster week.
I worked inside the hulls (??????) and measured some more steps for the forward cabins. Something bothering me and I know Ben will approve. I ran out of jig saw blades allowing me an excuse to quit for the day
I rejoined the cellular phone milieu by purchasing a new geegaw to replace the one that got stolen. Freedom is not having a cell phone. Ben is starting a betting pool to see how long it will last before I chuck it into the ocean. The Music♫: Clannad : dTigeas a Damhsa"
Early Clannad, before the ethereal stuff.
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