Idylls of the idle. I'd Call Y'all Gluttons for Punishment.

With the new year, new hope emerges..................huh? Same old hope recycled more like it. OK, we might be thinking about the boat. 

Neil is out there contemplating the means to survival. Send him some money, folks. He needs it. If you don't know who Neil is, fie on you. If you don't know who I am, it's for the better. We slide through our existance unbeknownst to the masters of the universe. I care not. Neil is loved, I am too prickly. 

OK, so I started doing stuff. We scored some wire duct on the big E. We got enough to contain the wire runs on two boats. I also paid for the basic wire order. There is a lot of wire on the boat. There is a lot of money gone from my bank account. 

The raccoon trap went back. Looks like there was only one.

I started on the battery box. I am trying to squeeze it out of one sheet of plywood. Board stretching of the highest degree. I was going to assemble it but we need to put it in situ so we can tweak it if necessary. Too many things to consider before we assemble it. Five sides are cut and only the top to address.  It will require placement accounting for mast space requirements and god knows what else. Best left alone for now lest all the endeavor go for naught.
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The pieces, ready to be assembled. Not that I will remember what I was thinking when it comes to the final assembly.

The plans.....the drawings......the requirrements..........I hope I'll remember.

Those of you sitting around and sulking in sunny southern Spain and such........... remember............

​I have been lazy, really lazy. I putter a bit, but mostly do little. I discover that I'm good at it.......that's scary. 

The Music♫: David Bromberg "I Like to Sleep Late in the Morning"

I am running out of slacker songs.