So! Ben spent days in the forward port cabin all cramped up preparing it for painting. The way it's supposed to work is 1,) Fillet and glass the corners; 2.) sand every square inch; 3,) coat every inch with epoxy; 4.) glue in the shelf dividers; 5.) paint the following day with exterior latex house paint before the epoxy sets completely so you don't have to sand it again. Ben was really sore from the process. Ben and I had painted the cabin, but the paint seemed thin and showed the roller marks. It looked like crap. The weather cooled and we stopped for a couple days. Ben rested. We thought it would be OK. It wasn't. After the weather warmed up we tried to paint the second coat and there was no coverage. It looked like crap. The paint also didn't stick and could be rubbed off or scratched off with a fingernail. Off we went to the Big Box store to return it (30 miles, one way). They said we got bad paint and replaced it. It was their top quality paint.
We had no recourse, we had to wet sand every square inch and remove the bad paint as best we could. More working in cramped environments. Ben has so much epoxy and paint in his hair, he could get a job as a TV news anchorman! We felt like crap.
Those of you that work with boats or repairs of any sort know that this happens regularly. It seems that the everything in the universe is conspiring against us. Lately repairs have not been going our way. Examples: Ben attempted to change the starter in the truck (2 bolts, 2 wires). Everything was completely rusted and he couldn't remove (or see) the top bolt. He had to take it to the mechanic, who had to cut the starter off the vehicle. I bought a Rutland 913 wind generator cheap and bought parts to completely rebuild it. I disassembled it and had to wait a month for Ben to get back so we could get a bearing puller. I had to find a puller that could work, then grind down the jaws to fit under the bearing. Then I started to reassemble the generator only to discover they sent the wrong bearings. I am now waiting for the technician to send the correct bearings. No project is complete until you make 5 trips to the hardware store. So it goes...........the norm not the exception. It makes us stronger (or stranger).
Chuck! Send money!