….. same as the first. A little bit louder and a little bit worse.”
Actually, it’s not worse. Having “been there”, I find it more relaxing. Go figure.
beep, beep, beep…News Flash…
Blistering Barnacles! Yes, it’s Captain Haddock and he’s here to oversee this winters’ refit. (actually, it’s a key chain my sis (http://www.kinoumeno.gr/) brought me all the way from Brussels). As long as we don’t run out of whiskey, I’m good with that.
So. I got to the yard bright and early Saturday morn. This weekend was for getting stuff off the boat and stored at G’S.’s shack (fenders, stern anchor etc) and to tidy up. After “shacking” and lunch, I doodled around and that evening went out to a local club where the Aegean Sailing Club was having a party and giving out race trophies (ho humm). I’m not much for clubs but it wasn’t all that bad. ‘Had a few pops, saw the usual suspects and the band was tight swinging and boogie woogie-ing.
Sunday. Saint Katherine day. Kosta and Paula’s daughter and mothers are called Katherine. This pretty much means that not much work was going to be done so I got right to it. After properly folding the sails for their hibernation back home, along with a bunch of other stuff, a car load (sails, speakers, binoculars, cloths, books), I decided to tackle the chainplate mystery. The problematic one entails taking apart the entire galley, so I opted to check out the starboard side. All I had to do was remove an inclined ceiling over the book shelf by the dinette. How difficult could it be to unscrew 15-20 retaining screws?
Why do slaves ask dumb questions?!? These screws have little plastic caps which plug into the screw head. Naturally the plugs break leaving a piece of plastic interfering the screw slot, which has to be razor-ed away and, of course, the last one broke. This all lasted a couple of hours and some twisted muscles, but … voila la chainplates!
Even though I’d prefer to have nice long and vertical chainplates, these seem to be doing an adequate job for the past 40 years and I am soooo pleased to see NO trace of corrosion! Life is good… stay tuned for the port side where optimism is shallow. Bytheway… those little plug screws are all over the Fjord MS 33 walls and ceilings. I tried counting but lost track after a couple of hundred! Plus replacement plugs are nowhere to be found in the markets. Hmmm….
After the celebratory lunch/feast, I head back to the city with a carload and admired my livingrooms’ old editing workstation remodeling. Next week I’ll bring the cushions and it’ll be nice and cozy! Nothing like a dinghy and sails and boat stuff to brighten up a cold city pad!
And I almost forgot. Last week I took apart my Optimus 155 kerosene stove. I really want it to work but it’s looking grim (parts-wise and $$). I much prefer kero over pressure gas for reasons for another blog post.
First Mate Pete signing off for now
….dreading this weeks full work schedule which shall run through Saturday doing sound for a book release, a “90 years Insulin” conference, and some other boring/mindless/”nothing to do with boats” stuff.
ps… In the 60’s, I used to drool over my mothers’ sisters Tin Tin hardcover books. They were in French and just looking at the pictures was fine for me. I slightly remember wanting to be whiskey soaked Capt Haddock. I got the whiskey thing down, got the boat, all I need is a feather for my hat!
good grief… Spielberg made a movie… nothing is sacred anymore