It is time and past time for an update here; my apologies to anyone who thought we dropped off the face of the earth…
I seem to have a song for just about everything; most of the time I keep things to myself and just sing in my own head. But sometimes, especially when I’m a bit tired or distracted or feeling like lifting my own spirits, I will sing. And by “sing” I don’t mean a melodious tune. Nope, I belt out like a sideshow carnie barking for the moose lady. It doesn’t matter whether I know the words, I sing. Needless to say Peter isn’t a huge fan of when these moments hit me.
I have thrown around electrical terms in the past, amps for instance, like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I thought I was quite clever with my whole look at the needle on the ammeter and that’s how much electricity is flowing through the system strategy. Turns out I need a much better strategy and it involves maths.
This spring I steam cleaned all the cushions in the boat. It was worth it though it nearly broke my will to live a clean life.
It’s time to prime! And paint!
The time between this post and the last post was brought to you in part by Lola, who chewed through my computer power cord. Thanks Lola!
Where was I? Oh yes, fixing the boat…
I forgot something when I recounted the steps needed to get from nasty rust to “nice boat!”: smoothing the fairing compound.
We (and by we I mean Peter) heaped and scraped and pushed gloopy fairing compound into the primed rust divots. Wet fairing compound is impossible to get perfectly smooth; it either is built up too low or too high. Too high means it has to be sanded off; too low means more needs to be heaped on top, left to cure, then sanded off.