Well the week began with interesting positions
Now call me old fashioned but when
Bear said I’ve been a clever boy – Look –
all I could think was one word, Bondage, and then I had to
have a closer look with actions
Apparently Bear could use the West
Marine work bench free of charge, off he went for a while on one of the boatyard
bikes. What he had so beautifully created was the lifting straps for Baby Beez.
Next there was plenty of grunting in small places and lots of drilling, well at
least I can never get bored, never can tell what’s goin’ ta happen
Very worrying when you can see an eye
looking up out of the sea toilet cupboard floor FROM THE OUTSIDE and then
a finger gets poked through amongst all the saw dust.
This new edition to the exterior is for my outside salt water shower, I can wash
the fish I catch and rinse the cockpit with sea water rather than waste precious
fresh water, I will be impressed I’m sure. A little worrying that Bear has got
over his paranoid fear of drilling holes in the hull.
Meanwhile I was reacquainting myself
with the sewing machine that is awesome IF you
remember to pull the wheel toward you and the cotton is threaded from left to
right. Now talking of threading needles I would be in serious trouble if I was
on fire and my life depended on successful and quick threading – then I
remembered back in the UK being told I had to wear reading glasses. I found them
in the smaller pile of chaos called home, applied them to the end of my beak and
the hole in the needle now looks the size of a goal post. However if I look up
quick the world is a fuzzy mess, must get some bi-focals when we go UK side
next. Double quick threading each and every time, Captain – I told you once you put them on you would see the benefit,
everyone over forty has some level of eyesight loss.
Have you ever seen a bag of
industrial sized cotton reels swung with such force and accuracy
Run Bear, Run.
The cheap imitation Sunbrella I
bought for eleven pounds for loads of yards and made into can covers, as you can
see it didn’t last, in fact it is to the “rub it between your fingers and it
crumbles” mode with very little colour left at all.
It was a chance I took as the price for the real deal was ten times what I paid.
It wasn’t a complete waste of time as the new ones have design modifications and
I can now be call the Zandra Rhodes of oil-can covers, complete with zig-zag
detailing. Even the petrol can for Baby Beez looks
posh. Talking of Baby Beez..................
Finally I can report to Mark, Kate,
Jack, Adam, Jenny and Alex that I spent half a day doing the letters. So thank
you all for officially naming, buying the letters and being patient until I
rustled myself into action to be able to add the above pictures of Baby Beez. I knew it would be ‘one of those jobs’ and it
was. The glue has had to live in the fridge, two part, mixed, then good for four
hours. Once mixed, eyes watering, I had to glue the backs of the letters and
paint glue where I wanted to stick them, wait for twenty five minutes, do the
same, wait for five and then apply in a one hit, one move, one chance fix. Well
they are not coming off, EVER.
There is a level of clutter about the place and Bear asks me not to look in the office or I’ll have a thrommy so I
do spend quite a bit of time looking in one of my kitchen
cupboards looking at my neat shelves to give me a level of Karma. The oil cans – I thought the job was finished was elongated
by three. The replacement cans, all done and on deck in my mind had finished
that chore, no, the ones that should have been thrown away by the captain had a
reprieve. I think I’ll keep them for the Pacific
crossing, people say you can never have enough fuel on board. Oh
himself for the murky job of anti-fouling. I made the
My present for being good with my
chores was two new fenders that don’t need fluffy
covers. They will be good in locks and if we have to go
up against anything really mucky.
What more can a girl want. All the
fluffy ones have been made and Bear has put all the cans in their
The new plastic for the conservatory
has a story. I carefully drew the pattern of each piece and knew I needed to
order one hundred and twenty inches. Easy. When it came to say that number out
loud on the telephone to Bert – I heard myself say ten yards. I didn’t think
about that until the middle of that night so my roll of “ten feet” arrived three
times as fat. Oh well you have enough to replace them in
five years time.
Have you ever seen a four foot
cardboard tube come down on someone’s head like a guillotine.
Scuttle away Bear,
Anyway the left picture shows five layers of the new plastic. The right picture five layers of the old stuff. Now for the heavyweight
battle of sewing in the new.
Bear off yet
again on a mission in the boatyard car. Bear had stayed a fairly clean boy until that
is – he kicked the bucket. Interesting
The girl with her
newly blackened bottom.
ALL IN ALL THE
JOB LIST IS GETTING SHORTER