In this blog, I never attempt to appeal to everyone. It seems that I have succeeded. I write it wrong. I digress too much. I don't blather about dreams. I try to show what we are doing here, nothing more. I splash humor in it so I don't overinflate my ego. I write to the two followers I have so they can see that building a boat is neither a bed of roses nor a crown of thorns. I vacillate somewhere in between, swinging wildly, maybe mildly, about. This epistle is not easily digested. It requires effort to masticate and ingest. Once devoured it sits lead in the stomach like a Christmas fruitcake and churns about. Any attempts at comprehension are met with frustration. I do not explain my thoughts. They are as chaotic as everyone else's. I only fumble along. It is an acquired taste.....
Maybe I should get one of those Tweet things.....a tweet'em? Naw, who would have thought that 140 characters would create a billion characters?
Oh, yeah....the boat. Budge keeps finding ways to spend my money. Windlass remote switch, standing rigging, more damn electric stuff, whooda thunk that a triangle shackle is a delta shape quick link? A rose would smell as sweet.
So the necessities are looming. I need to find a place to put this together on the decimated coast. The acquisition of the equipment to disassemble, transport and reassemble the boat looms. The completion details loom. We planted the seeds and will, hopefully, harvest the fruit of the loom(????).
Budge had to disappear for a day (family situation).
Rocky, the upholstery guy, finally showed up all apologetic and picked up the stuff. He was four days late (family situation).
Me? I press on (familiar situation).
Maybe I should get one of those Tweet things.....a tweet'em? Naw, who would have thought that 140 characters would create a billion characters?
Oh, yeah....the boat. Budge keeps finding ways to spend my money. Windlass remote switch, standing rigging, more damn electric stuff, whooda thunk that a triangle shackle is a delta shape quick link? A rose would smell as sweet.
So the necessities are looming. I need to find a place to put this together on the decimated coast. The acquisition of the equipment to disassemble, transport and reassemble the boat looms. The completion details loom. We planted the seeds and will, hopefully, harvest the fruit of the loom(????).
Budge had to disappear for a day (family situation).
Rocky, the upholstery guy, finally showed up all apologetic and picked up the stuff. He was four days late (family situation).
Me? I press on (familiar situation).
This came in. Ordered special all the way from Vienna ( the city, not the sausage) shipped from Italy (the country, not the sausage). It's a three roller chain guide with a roller missing .......all the way from Vienna or Italy. Now what? I shoulda got the sausage instead. The perfect delay loom killer: the parts pipeline strikes again.
Budge is running wires everywhere.
Ev-er-y-where. The picture of the chain roller was the height of the week. This is all boring crap (remember the fruitcake?).
I three coat varnished the galley trim.
I ran this wide copper radio grounding strap from here.
To back there, winding around all the plumbing paraphernalia.
The standing rigging stuff has been dribbling in all week. Wire, copper swages, thimbles.
I bought the swager just to do this project. Anyone need custom standing rigging for a Tiki 38? We decided on (mostly) galvanized wire (cheaper).
Push button thingy came in.
More galley slave work. There's no rest for the tedious.
Oh, and Budge drilled a hole. God knows what for.............or where!
Budge junior gave me that......... is there a new drone video in the future? Probably not, we're sick of everything. As Woody Allen said, "80% of success is showing up. It's all we can muster right now.
The Music♪: Odetta: "Sail Away, Ladies"
Sail away, ladies...............
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