. . . and now all there is remaining is to wait for Bruce to get
back from wherever he’s hiding, come on over with his big truck, and drag
Jeff Brown to the boatyard.
Paul says that he may not launch it that day
(which we pray is tomorrow), but I’m hoping I am there when he does.
I’m feeling rather motherly.
Paul was a blaze of activity yesterday and
today, despite the heat, making adjustments to the “worm shoe” and setting up
the two (count ‘em) bilge pumps.
I’ve
been watering Jeffie 3 times a day for a week, like a flower, trying to swell
up the planks from the inside.
He looks
like he’s weeping.
Before
The cockpit and deck are all painted now—and boy did I learn
some lessons about trowel cement and what to do different next year to get the
edges smooth for a better line. Also,
perhaps next year we can take off some of the brass parts and sand them so all
the old paint comes off. Paul says Jeff
will look better and better each year. Who knows where ‘ll be next year.
After
I know where I’ll be next week, though, while Jeff is at the
dock—in his barn, sanding and varnishing the spars. Cousin Jennifer has donated
a dinghy so we are all set. I am sure
Paul has some oars hiding somewhere.
Before
After
And of course there is the transom—finally the letters
arrived and I practically made a customer service rep cry; I could not
understand the application instructions for the life of me.
Frankly I think they made ‘em too
complicated.
It’s just basically peel
and stick.
I almost got 'em centered.
I’m told of a new, enthusiastic helper for the spars.
We’ll see!
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