Although I took a trip to Mexico, the days I was gone were
not marked by idleness. Paul came by a
put in a big fat Dutchman, which Don helped me plane and sand so it now looks
like this with primer—pretty good even for a 5-foot paint job.
And I painted the port side and the stern—and ran out of
green. So tomorrow more green will come.
Paul also finished reefing out both sides of the stem and
will put cotton in there, as well as parts of the deck, which I have started to
fill in with trowel cement. Which I am going to run out of. Paul says there's more . . . somewhere in the bowels of his cobwebby basement, no doubt. I can only
do this after 2pm when the sun stops beating down on the deck, so I get about 1.5
hours in per day.
Still no helpers.
But the only other awful part is the reefing of the keel,
which judging by Paul’s deflated “oh, it's you” whenever I call him, will be the worst
part.
The gold leaf turned gray, which I think means it soaked in,
so I gave it another coat and will put some varnish on it.
Also started cleaning the bronze rub rail (which you can see lying on the deck in the photo above), with Brasso and a
scotch brite, just to get the gunk off.
It’s gonna be brown, like bronze is, but at least it will be clean.
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