The above vast space is GANNET’s freshly painted cabin floor looking aft from Central. I got the first coat of paint on yesterday and hope to get a second on later today after light rain this morning ends.
I am working inside, but I like to have the hatches open while painting to vent the fumes. I cannot afford more brain damage.
I was able to move all the stuff normally stowed beneath and between the pipe berths to the forepeak. I am a little surprised that it all fit.
You can also see the new thicker walled aluminum pipe berth tubes.
The flecks of paint on the wood are chips of old paint, not spills of new.
On my way back to the condo, I stopped by the marina office and asked Ben, the new dock master, if I can paint GANNET’s topsides in the slip, and was told I can. I am not yet sure I will, but it is likely. I painted THE HAWKE OF TUONELA while she was in her slip and we were living aboard in Boston. GANNET will be easier both because I calculate her surface area is less than half that of HAWKE and because the water here is almost always flat. In Boston I had to contend with wakes.
I thank Paul for a link to an interview I had completely forgotten.
Obviously it was done before I began the GANNET circumnavigation. Although I don’t even recall how I did the interview, I am still satisfied with my answers.
I believe in less. The best writing has the fewest words and I took some pride in defining myself in six. Try it. I will be interested in your efforts. If you send them to me, I’ll post them with your permission.
However, I have been exceeded.
A few days ago I mentioned that I had been working on GANNET and a person said, “That’s nice. Everyone should have a hobby.” This was said matter-of-factly, not in jest. So there you have it. One word. Can’t improve on that. Almost 80 years. All the joy and all the despair. All the beauty and all the suffering. Webb Chiles: Hobbyist. Although my bruised ego does want to add: Legendary Hobbyist.
I have a new career: furniture assembler/ locksmith.
Probably most of you already knew this, but then I have not had many of the most common experiences. Naively I thought that when you bought furniture it came complete. Greater fool I. Everything comes broken down for the smallest packaging. So far I have assembled chairs, tables, and most recently a bed frame. As a sideline I have also installed a new smart lock and a door knob. It will do you no good to call for an appointment. I do not make service calls.
I realized a few weeks ago that I know only four people from the first fifty years of my life. Three women and one man. Three live in Southern California. One in Australia. I have communicated with them all recently and learned that my experience may not be all that uncommon.
Here is the partial text of one of those emails. The reference to roses is that my friend says she talks to them as she prunes them.