Posted by Monty
Progress, these days, is defined by getting anything done. Even if it is parts of two different projects. Everything takes longer and requires twice the effort.
I'm beginning to look back a little fondly on my recent days in retail, resetting steel racks. Twice and thrice, because the plan changed five times. (I usually waited two of the revisions out.)
The sole project is coming along. I had allotted two days. This is my third day, and I will be lucky to finish in the next two
I'm beginning to look back a little fondly on my recent days in retail, resetting steel racks. Twice and thrice, because the plan changed five times. (I usually waited two of the revisions out.)
The sole project is coming along. I had allotted two days. This is my third day, and I will be lucky to finish in the next two
Attaching cleats on the subfloor. No, I am not drilling into my leg. Or anything else important.
Some trim pieces still left to install, and the forward stateroom is ready for varnish. No more stepping into the unknown in the middle of the night.
Ditto for the mast trim. The piece to the right will be reglued, the final repair left for another time, maybe when I am at anchor in the islands somewhere, and I am totally bored with the perfect weather, perfect beaches, and perfect fishing. (Right)
I am also reattaching and regluing the cleats that support the drop boards over the bilge. They have loosened over the last thirty years, causing the boards to work and pop underfoot. Not critical, but it will only get worse if ignored, and now is the time as we are about to get the varnish out anyway. It's time consuming, for two reasons. The plugs have to be drilled out to get to the screws holding them in place, which usually break while trying to extract them. Then they have to be drilled out.
BUT FIRST (see the little white part under the grid?) I had to replace a water valve for the port fresh water tank when I just TOUCHED it and it started leaking. This took three trips into Oriental to accomplish.
Oh, and I bled on Carol's new cushions, which annoyed her no end. She did forgive me, as blood was shed while reworking the floors, which have annoyed her even more.
For the cleats, I am using machine screws, through drilled, with fender washers and lock nuts along with glue to reinstall them. I do believe in the "belt AND suspenders" theory.
When I just could not spend any more time on my knees, I revisited an old nemesis.
You know.
BUT FIRST (see the little white part under the grid?) I had to replace a water valve for the port fresh water tank when I just TOUCHED it and it started leaking. This took three trips into Oriental to accomplish.
Oh, and I bled on Carol's new cushions, which annoyed her no end. She did forgive me, as blood was shed while reworking the floors, which have annoyed her even more.
For the cleats, I am using machine screws, through drilled, with fender washers and lock nuts along with glue to reinstall them. I do believe in the "belt AND suspenders" theory.
When I just could not spend any more time on my knees, I revisited an old nemesis.
You know.
After replacing the coil, I took her out again. She ran pretty well, but still not enough power. While adjusting the newly rebuilt carburetor, a light started showing through the fog.
A little fine tuning of the choke showed a much improved performance. While this is not the permanent fix, it does tell me that the main jet is still slightly clogged, and probably just needs some more attention.
I am, cautiously, optimistic, while trying to explain what a main jet is to Carol.
And, while the day has been long and hard, at the end of it, I'm NOT doing a retail store close.
And, while the day has been long and hard, at the end of it, I'm NOT doing a retail store close.