Nattering On Smatterings, Skittering Through Scatterings And An Apparel Epitaph,

​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.