Now we’re cooking!

Today I hauled out the 8” disc sander, pronounced by Paul as “a piece of shit,” and when I’d figured how to stick the disc on with the adhesive and start it up, I could see what he meant.  It was hopping all over the place—perhaps it was my ineptitude but if I’d held it any tighter I would have worn Jeffie down to a nub.  Even though I’d taken most of the paint off with a heat gun, the bondo was still there, and lots of chips, and I nearly choked to death.

But I got the first sanding done, with the help of the detail sander and the little 4" hand sander, and then . . . priming!

And boy do you see all your mistakes and “holidays” when you prime.

But it looks scads better and the wood feels better—it was kind of drying out.

I sanded off the paint on the stem brass.  Ain't it cute? I'll polish it next.  Paul says I have to row out to the mooring and polish it every day.  He's such a card.

Still waiting for the Dutchman and the keel caulk (both above my pay grade).  Nora still beavering away on the deck.

Still have to get the stern paint off, and then re-bondo the topsides to make it smooth.

Will this ever end?