October 12, 2007:
been re-lauched after 15 days out on land--Spa Fortnight! It was
a blur of dust clouds, makeshift caulking guns, endless sanding and
ladder-climbing, but the boat is better for it!
SARABANDE gets lowered back in the water and SPA WEEK comes to a close.
We originally intended to replace only the seacock in the head and just
inspect and lubricate the others, but the galley seacock unexpectedly
fell apart under our grease ministrations. Therefore, we
replaced this one as well--Brian was on a hot streak after replacing
the first one, we already had all the parts, and this time there was
the bonus of nobody's poop being involved.
The big scratches on the port bow have been painted over, but the job
doesn't really satisfy. We learned too late the Awlgrip paint is
notoriously difficult to patch, particularly light colors. We got
some helpful tips from a couple of other boat owners that made it look
much better, but the repaired spots still stick out against the old
paint. Oh, well--it's definitely better than it was! We'll
spend the winter looking at it and see if it stops bothering us. If it
doesn't, maybe we can repaint the entire hull in the spring.
While delirious from our respective projects, we added some graffiti
below the waterline during a break using some paint leftover from the
new gold letters. And why not? We were bored, and now only
the crabs and minnows can see it. Click for more SPA WEEK PICTURES.
The chill is defintely setting in now, and we're keeping very cozy with
soup-making and the reverse-cycle heater. Our ever-fickle old
Webasto heater is on the fritz again, but Brian has vowed to have a
heart-to-heart with it soon to stop the nonsense once and for all. When
working, Monsieur Webasto is a powerful ally
in our war against cold, so we hope to have it back up and running
before it gets much colder.
Louie and Sheba went to the vet's for checkups and some disheartening news about Sheba's health
was handed down from her doctor. If any faith-healers, witchdoctors, or
cats willing to spare a working kidney happen to be reading, please
direct your attention to our poor little 5 pound fury-- we need you!
Ta Ta for now!