Sumpin’ a little different

off early, but not so early that I was able to consider lake time,

And the weather wasn’t exactly predictable,,, Gusty winds, scattered drizzles/squalls, and the occasional tease of sunshine to keep the humidity at choke the hoomans level.

So I came home, bored, pumped on caffiene and did I mention bored?

Totally a “just cuz I can” project. No need for it, but its fun, keeps me out of trouble, and may actually have some benefit to my training/conditioning, especially during the winter doldrums that keep me away from water.

Thats the “fubar boat” as B called her, the burn victim that has been supplying me with parts for BlueJean (skeg) plastic welding material, and that I had cut the deck off of, thinking I may transplant it onto BlueJean later. the more I thought about that the less appealing it seemed, and there were so many areas that could have gone teats up in the process, destroying both boats (well, BJ, since the other boat is ‘scrap-yard stock’ now.) I trimmed the ends back, and welded the deck back on, more tack weld then anything, figuring if I like what the end result was, I can do better, and if not, it can come apart that much eaiser. Just a few points along the gunwales to hold things together and load the hardware back into the cockpit. The hardest part was fitting a flat deck on the erg to a not flat hull on the Necky donor. Once I had that ‘close enough’, I used a bunch of lathe screws to fasten to the frame of the erg, and now I am ‘wrastlin’ rope’ and guides.

and the light failed me,,,,

I did sit in after attaching the cockpit on to the frame, and there is a slight bit more liveliness to it now, but the seatpan sits a bit higher than the fixed seat I had on it, so that’s to be expected. But OH, so much more comfortable, and adjustable to boot. And I have thigh hooks that make ‘edging’ practice more realistic. Now I just need to get the ropes sorted out and not binding up and this’un is good to go.k

Just to let it be known, the last two days have been “not mine”, as in ‘not my day’. Told ya about ‘firing Bible Thumper’, only that wasn’t the case as I found out this AM,,,, He was there, and while Bossman did ‘try’ to run him off, the other crewleader (the one that popped the kid once already) told Boss “I’ll take him, let him finish out the week and see if he learned something yesterday”. Dunno if that be the case, or what, they weren’t back yet when I was wrapping up. Then I was ran off the road into a ditch on my way home, by some whacked out pill-head: had to be pulled out, after I went and found someone willing, and the whole time this pill-head was cussing at me for blocking the road and that he couldn’t get past (you ran ME off the road asshole,,, To bad there ain’t enough room to get your smarmy ‘yota past my tailgate,,,) and couldn’t back up because reverse in his hooptY ride was gone,,,

Not my week,,, and that was part of why I chose to do something totally frivolous when I got home. That and keep an eye on the two ‘coon babbies I found near the house. Not quite old enough to be on thier own, but big enough to go looking for their missing mama. I think my neighbors dogs got her. If they are still near the tree they keep clinging to in the AM, I am going to try and find a wildlife rehab shelter,,,, And I have to keep an eye on Voo because he ‘wants to play’ but has no clue about HOW, and that maybe they aren’t safe to play with,,, I don’t want either creature getting hurt if I can help it. As for the kats and the coons,,, No interest in either direction, almost like they can’t see each other,,,, I think its more that “AristoKat” manner of the kids: coons are beneath their stature so don’t rate being acknowledged. And the babies just want their mama,,,

and sadly, this being SEKY, I may have to let nature take its course. Wildlife rehabs aren’t exactly commonplace, especially here’bouts.

is what it is, That Circle of Life thing. Like the fact that I am fair certain little Pale, my buzzy buddy at the shop, is no more. Two full weeks, no sign or anything of him, nor his Daddy that was beating the shit out of him, and I would say that one is beat up pretty bad and the other is quite dead, and the fact that Lil’Pale was half the size of his Da,,, I know the odds,,, FeralKat lives are always on the edge .

more later, bourbon is calling me tonight