My stringers idea won't work; the boat's transom is not so well-secured that it will take the shock of a 25 hp outboard shaking and torquing, even if the surface isn't bowing. So I learned something about how to make custom-formed marine-grade plywood and how to form a suitable mating to the rest of the hull, and got most of the materials to do so.
And one day, it just might happen. I think a pig flew out of my ass yesterday, so I'm not giving up on it.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
A good week's mail
//less than 50 words
I got, in the same week, 3 gorgeous new strapless bras and 32 feet of hefty 6 ga marine-grade battery cable. I'm absolutely delighted with both.
This is probably a ridiculously comprehensive insight into my character.
This is probably a ridiculously comprehensive insight into my character.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Order from chaos, bit by bit
//225 words, ~1/2 page
I'm wrapped up in departure work: thinning out the garbage & Goodwill (mostly done), moving stuff out of my expensive dry storage in Santa Cruz into musty storage in Alameda, and organizing boat & car so that the one can be left and the other lived in.
I'm putting all my sails into the storage locker ashore, which means my forepeak will be functional storage again for tools, litterbox, and (believe it or not) printers. My cat and I are both looking forward to having an easier time with output.
The stern bows something wicked when you push on the motor. Not good, but it can wait. I'm pretty sure it's not going anywhere. I thought of building stringers (think in terms of half-pipes, molded against the hull and glassed in, forming lightweight structural support) but, though it's a good idea, I can't quite get started.
I did do something about the lazarette: the formless chaos under the cockpit is now a well-organized rope locker with one spare gas can, the parts for attaching the engine, and a single (huge) box of rags. I can get to anything, without everything else being in the way. MUCH easier on these paws.
Another WW II quote, though I'm not sure who said it: We'll do what we can, until we can't. Very sensible.
I'm putting all my sails into the storage locker ashore, which means my forepeak will be functional storage again for tools, litterbox, and (believe it or not) printers. My cat and I are both looking forward to having an easier time with output.
The stern bows something wicked when you push on the motor. Not good, but it can wait. I'm pretty sure it's not going anywhere. I thought of building stringers (think in terms of half-pipes, molded against the hull and glassed in, forming lightweight structural support) but, though it's a good idea, I can't quite get started.
I did do something about the lazarette: the formless chaos under the cockpit is now a well-organized rope locker with one spare gas can, the parts for attaching the engine, and a single (huge) box of rags. I can get to anything, without everything else being in the way. MUCH easier on these paws.
Another WW II quote, though I'm not sure who said it: We'll do what we can, until we can't. Very sensible.
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