Every week I sit down to write this stupid blog and every week I cannot recall what we did during the week. So, with my CRS in full command, I must resort to the pictures I took. I have a Nikon camera, like Paul Simon, that I bought at the beginning of this venture and rely upon it weekly to stimulate my addled brain. It was a discontinued cheaper model but serves well. Pictures show what we did and I write it out. This endeavor and a bit of Canadian whiskey consumes my Saturday evening. Said Nikon is a bit long in the tooth, glopped with epoxy, slow to respond and continues to serve. Without it, my dear two readers, you would be in blog hell, saddled with the spewing of rants, ramblings, tirades, philosophy, witty anecdotes, unwanted opinions, unnecessary soliloquies, diatribes and other such drivel. You suffer enough from my mental detours (disorders) as it is. I write to describe what we did and show pictures. As Abraham Lincoln said, "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt". But, I ramble (again??????) and must transcribe our weeks journey toward that mythical land called "completion". Believe me, the camera saved you both! Thanks again to Ken-Always-The-Wag and Nick for their comments on the music (playing The Blue Nile as I write this). Hopefully, you'll find something you like once in a while. And to Tom for spotting a good deal on a Wharram (it's gone). Michael, your selection next week! So now we see what transpired this week. Maestro, the pictures!
Hmmmmmmmm......what's that??? Oh yeah, the camera. We started the week painting the inside of the seats and footrests.
Based on our carefully thought out color scheme, we painted the interiors gray. It was leftover from another paint project. Hey, that stuff's expensive and gray is just fine.
Ben and Budge worked on the seats and step of the pod. Stick supports glued in, backs coated.
They squoooshed on glue.
And nailed them in place.
Step for the aft seat, which is higher than the side seats. Don't bother your pretty little head with this. It will make sense later. With each addition of structure, the basic pod gets stronger. Budge drilled holes in the corners for the drains. Water comes in...........water goes out. He also drilled small holes in the seat boxes for drainage.
I glued on the friggin' lugs (flugs, remember?) using buckets of rocks (right) and cross clamps (left) to hold the damn (friggin') things in place. I got them all glued in with the oakpoxy (see last week- don't tell me you forgot already).
It calls for screws from the back to reinforce the flugs. Stainless steel screws are not strong, they just don't rust. In spite of pre-drilling the holed to the full length of the screws, I snapped off a couple, Budge said with braggadocio in his voice "I never broke a stainless screw off in my life". So, always one to encourage new experiences, I handed him the drill.
Now he has.................That White oak is tough!
Bent four, broke about three. So with the vocal braggadocio absent, he commenced on the swim ladder. I just switched from playing The Blue Nile to a Burning Spear album.
This is the dippy down thingy (sorry for the technical terms) that sits off of the third beam that provides access to the boat from the water.
Cross struts to be glued in, this will enable access and the dragging of a dinghy, scuba gear, groceries, and our butts up into the boat.
Gluing in the cross struts.....
Ne'er the ones to waste epoxy, the excess is used to put many coats to the holes............... So that was our week: uninteresting, as usual. I have a dram of Canadian whiskey left. Why do I drink Canadian whiskey? Not just Canadian whiskey, cheap Canadian whiskey. It is my opinion that whiskey should taste horrible, mixed with naught, straight up, no chaser, rough not smooth, no excuses, no pretense.
The Music♪: Patty LuPone "Anything Goes"
Sometimes ya gotta just...................................
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