|I'm still staining. Not a perfect match. Hey, it's brown.|
|Lot's of elbow grease trying to get the old sealant off|
|Butyl ooze. I stepped on the frame to help with the squeeze|
|Yes, that's a countersink. I'm learning.|
|Good to go. Better not freeking leak!|
I'm flying solo tonight as Debra is in Savannah to mess with Nicole's hair for the wedding. Not sure what all that is about but no matter what her hair looks like, she's still my beautiful baby girl, and she's getting married. Tear in left eye. OK, now both eyes.
I could go to the marina's free beer and cooked animals night, but we have not had a good welcome here, with the exception of a few people. So I'm not really interested. Another beer and I might head up there to break the ice. No, that would be wrong. I may run into the woman who takes her dogs into the shower with her, or the guy who excretes all bodily fluids in the shower every morning, or the people that I see every day that can barely squeak out a good morning until I say "GOOD MORNING!". Must be the NY/Canadian accent. It's a Buffalo thing. People down here just don't react well to that inflection. I'll just relax and enjoy my day of productivity with a few brews, some good tunes and a good book. Nice and easy.
Now that I think of it, it probably didn't help that I had the Talking Heads Psycho Killer song pumping through the boat while I was working today.
Run run run run run run run away
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa"
Kenny Chesney or Johnny Cash might have been better. Actually Marshall Tucker may have done the trick.
Deb and I enjoyed country rock while it lasted. We now enjoy a very wide variety of music. We expanded our horizons, though Kenny G will make our heads explode.
Cheers from Slackerville!