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.
This is the question you might be asking. See here and here for previous references; I’m sure I have piqued your interest. (I had never asked this question before buying a steel boat simply because I had never heard of Ospho. It’s not something that comes up as a topic of conversation in the circles I run in. So…you’re welcome for broadening your horizons.)
Ospho, for those who are just dying to know, is a rust converter. It converts iron oxide into iron phosphate. At least that’s what it claims. I know that a large bottle of it came with the boat, that it smells like Death’s ass, and it turns rusty steel black.
Continue reading “What is this Ospho stuff and why should I care?”
…must own a steel boat.
If you’re a regular reader you know that I like to kvetch about the state of our boat. Reference all previous posts for shining examples.
If you’re not a regular reader let me catch you up to speed: we live aboard a steel boat that is nearly 30 years old. It wasn’t taken well taken care of for a few years. We are fixing it and, though everything that sits in the water is safe/repaired/rust free, our deck is rusty and we aren’t willing to pay someone to fix it when we can just as easily do it ourselves (read: we don’t want to spend the money).
There.
Up to speed.
Sailing Devilfish 