The clocks turned in whichever direction necessary to shift the daylight hours so that I can work later, I don't think I can work any more than I am. Why is this a good idea?
On Sunday, I took a half day off. Neil made me do it. I would have felt guilty, but I was too tired. Monday was cold and really windy so I dallied and didn't do anything until the afternoon. Mostly through the week I showed up and worked.
I had to make a couple trips to get tools and stuff. I must say that traffic around here is quite enthusiastic. I am accustomed to driving around Podunk, Texas so I am adjusting. It is an adventure driving around guided by an antiquated, senile, mentally challenged GPS navigation unit that hasn't upgraded it's maps in 9 years. I tend to not fare well in these larger cities. My ill guided, haphazard lane changes are met by jaunty waves from my fellow motorists, who tend not to use all their digits when waving. This must be a local thing. I smile apologetically and wave back using my entire hand.
What precipitated these sojourns? I was in search of a rubber boat. I found one. It's OK priced and adequate. One less worry on my mind. It turns out it's not rubber, but some miracle lamination made from pixie dust and fabric. Same brochure and description as a waterbed, only reversed. You keep water out, you keep water in (potaytoes, potahtoes).
I cannot always say I am the last man in the yard, as Owen partially lives on his boat next to me. Owen is the boat yard equivalent of the junkyard dog.
I sneak a nap in if I can. My mind needs recharging.
I posted videos. More boring stuff with no skinny girls in bikinis. I am amazed that people watch my incredibly boring videos. Wait.......there's golf on TV.
OK, the blog.
On Sunday, I took a half day off. Neil made me do it. I would have felt guilty, but I was too tired. Monday was cold and really windy so I dallied and didn't do anything until the afternoon. Mostly through the week I showed up and worked.
I had to make a couple trips to get tools and stuff. I must say that traffic around here is quite enthusiastic. I am accustomed to driving around Podunk, Texas so I am adjusting. It is an adventure driving around guided by an antiquated, senile, mentally challenged GPS navigation unit that hasn't upgraded it's maps in 9 years. I tend to not fare well in these larger cities. My ill guided, haphazard lane changes are met by jaunty waves from my fellow motorists, who tend not to use all their digits when waving. This must be a local thing. I smile apologetically and wave back using my entire hand.
What precipitated these sojourns? I was in search of a rubber boat. I found one. It's OK priced and adequate. One less worry on my mind. It turns out it's not rubber, but some miracle lamination made from pixie dust and fabric. Same brochure and description as a waterbed, only reversed. You keep water out, you keep water in (potaytoes, potahtoes).
I cannot always say I am the last man in the yard, as Owen partially lives on his boat next to me. Owen is the boat yard equivalent of the junkyard dog.
I sneak a nap in if I can. My mind needs recharging.
I posted videos. More boring stuff with no skinny girls in bikinis. I am amazed that people watch my incredibly boring videos. Wait.......there's golf on TV.
OK, the blog.
That splinter was in that left thumb for a month. Sharp stabbing pains every time I grabbed anything with that hand. I dug around in it a few times trying to get it out with no success. Finally I pulled a rope experiencing extreme sharp pains and the wound festered enough where the splinter squirted out. That's your yuck factor of the week.
Hey, the not-rubber boat! It's 9½ feet long (290 milliliters in metric) and 5 feet wide. It's grey.
It comes with all that stuff: paddlers, a foot stomp pump (play Irish music when operating), an orange round thingy. Coool.
The bottom part of a deck lashing. The white part on the rope is the spilled paint from last week.
Last weekend Budge came to do the electric. He forgot some stuff but proceeded the best he could. We put the tiller bar in place. You know, the bar that connects the tillers?
There. The tillers resplendent.
Budge had pre-wired the masts so all he had to do was add the lights and the VHF antenna.
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The steering lines. The green ones (heh, heh). From the wheel to the tillers, whut are connected by the tiller bar.
I made the rope ladder for the swim platform.......twice. It is truly amazing how much rope you use on these things.
I found another couple cracks in the cockpit. I gouged them out and filled them with thickened epoxy.
There was still a little paint in the bottom of that can that dumped over in the port aft cabin. I painted all those spots I repaired.
Like there.
What's that? A picture of my feet? Oh yeah, I screwed down the side decks next to the motor boxes. Then I had to take them back off when I lashed the mast beam! Crap!
I loosely bolted the cockpit top support posts in preparation for it's placement.
Budge had to go back on Sunday and I worked all the other stuff. I started the beam lashings. After cutting pieces too short I realized that they all are pretty much different lengths. Make sure to cut them way too long. I made a video: 15 minutes of me fumbling around...........you have been warned!
Budge showed up again Friday. It was take your daughter to work day or something...... He almost started the electrical stuff.
Friday afternoon, we flew the masts. This is new ground. We never fitted them before. The aft mast was a bit too tight on the guide block and we had to fight it a bit. It took a lot longer than we hoped. This was the only things that were not fitted to the boat before hand. Anyway, they were in. The boat resplendent.
I spent a good chunk of today making shims to wedge in on both sides of the masts to make sure they stayed in position.
Budge finally got back to wiring and made good progress
The Music♫: Burning Spear "Swell Headed"
Everything is not Marley.
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