And it smells like bottom paint.
Lulu got back from Iowa on Wednesday and we have been getting some final projects finished up so that we can meet our new, arbitrary goal to be back in the water before Thanksgiving. Besides getting the inside of the boat in some semblance of order, Lulu spent yesterday sanding the barrier coat that I put on the hull at the waterline and taping the boot stripe (or boot top) for painting. Meanwhile I was installing the seacocks on the cockpit drains and the watermaker’s brine discharge line. All three of these holes are either at or near the waterline and we need to be able to close them in the event of a hose failure. I feel much better now that that’s possible.
Once the thru-hulls were installed, there was really nothing left to keep us from painting the bottom and getting back into the water. We’ve been out for so long and something new was always coming up that it’s hard to believe we can just paint the bottom and get back afloat. Kind of like prisoners who’ve been caged so long that, when their cell is finally opened and they’re free to go, they kind of hesitate because it’s just so weird.
But, we rose to the occasion. Lulu laid down the first coat of paint on the boot stripe and I put on the first coat of bottom paint. Bottom painting is quite satisfying as it makes the boat look so good so quickly and also says that the time in the yard is coming to a close.
Tomorrow will be a repeat of today: another coat on the boot stripe and another coat on the bottom. On Monday they’ll move the stands and we’ll paint underneath them. I arranged with the office to have the boat transported back to the water on Wednesday (before Thanksgiving) at 9:00 AM. Tomorrow I need to arrange for a slip at the marina for a week or so. We need access to lots of fresh water to clean our baby up.
On the food front, sorry to say that today was pretty uninspired. Lulu was busy doing laundry while I was painting so there wasn’t a lot of time to make something fancy with the kilo of extra large blue shrimp sitting in a frozen ball in the reefer. So, instead we opted for some Nathan’s hot dogs and canned frijoles charros. Definitely not fancy but amazingly good and satisfying. For our money, Nathan’s beats them all. You can keep your Hebrew National dogs. They’re OK if you can’t get Nathan’s, but otherwise, why settle?