Some days days we operate at the peak of efficiency. Tasks get accomplished smoothly and with ease and the day is filled with completion. Things get done.
Some days are the stumble around doing this and that task days, never seeming to do anything but at day's end we look back and see that things got done.
Some days we pray for rain so we can just sit around watching people being stupid in videos and we trudge through the day not caring if we complete a task. Yet we'e out there and things get done.
Some days are visual progress days. The days when you know we will finish a major project, like decks, when the adrenaline coursing through your body puts you in a natural high and you see things get done.
Some days we work on a bunch of small things that are sequential. You have to do this so you can do that tomorrow, Seemingly. nothing happens but things get done.
Some days, you just have to run away and do non boat things so your psyche gets rearranged and realigned and you can get things done tomorrow.
Some days you just want to say "The hell with it all" and climb in a boat and just sail away. Then you realize that that's how this whole fiasco started, and now you have to get the damn thing done.
Some day the boat will be finished. The thing will be done.
Meanwhilst, I had many adventures with the new computer and it seems to be running for now. Ben worked on it for a few hours getting hard drives transferred. It stopped working overnight. I read the runes, the apparent accepted language for all computer instructions. I lit joss sticks to the great god, Gates. I performed sacred rituals consisting of stomping around and pulling my hair. I chanted sacred incantations, most not printable on this site. I wiggled connections. Then the gods smiled and it worked. Only the gods know why...............
The old laptop, dismantled. I scrubbed the motherboard in the sink and reassembled it.........still don't work.
All the processes to put the top on the pod seat back. This was a 'wing it" process, something Budge does well. It looks like it was designed that way. Come to think if it, it was designed that way, only through a different process. Why, you ask, don't we varnish the wood instead of painting it? Wood on boats, called "bright work" requires re-varnishing it annually. It looks beautiful. Do you want to maintain boats, or do you want to go sailing?
Budge had to finish the motor box tops by cutting away a bit of wood so that the rope lashings could be lashed with rope (Huh?).
Drill and round the holes.
There! Done! Rope ready. Except for the wholly trilogy: epoxy, prime and paint.
The third bow roller cheek required a spacer to allow enough space to add the second roller in the space. Oh, man even I don't get that.................
The wood for spacing.......awwww, never mind.
After the previous adventure of the contact cement stripping off the paint of the aft deck beams, I decided to try again. I applied contact cement to the aft deck beams and rubber I had cut previously. They stuck!
Trim the excess rubber.
I also lifted the aft beam up just enough to apply contact cement and a thin piece of rubber to the support block. We are now ready to install the aft deck. It's been raining.
The blocks for the motor controls and steering line tubes. They're just for holding a piece of 4" PVC plumbing pipe so lines and motor controls are concealed.
We are making low water tanks 5" X 12" X 38" for each hull top. They will gravity feed water to the sinks and shower. Each tank will hold about about nine and a half gallons (36 liters), (7,372 teaspoons). They require extra careful application of epoxy to make them, watertight. Each will have two baffles to prevent sloshing. We are making them out of thinnnnnnn 4 MM plywood, which is difficult to work with. Why decide to work with this? It's what we have. The 9 m is used up,
Death of a stalwart soldier, who served honorably and faithfully. He died on the battlefield serving his masters.
Who knew the complexity of his inner self. He, like us all, was more complex than outwardly shown.
The personal project of the week, some balusters from the neighbors garage sale, some birch plywood, some scrap pine, some bolts, some pocket screws and there it are, a small table for my living space, now strewn with computer parts. I have to finish that project. At the end of the day, I am mostly tired and don't want to do anything.
The Music: Mento "Hill and Gully Rider". Hold Him, Joe"
An interesting version of Hill and Gully Rider.
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