And what, may you ask, is a blowber?
Well, for starters, the temps have been really mild but it’s been raining torrentially! I got up the other night at 4am because it was frightening. Then I got up at 6 to got to work…. and it was Sunday. Blowber!
Well, no, blowber has nothing to do with that statement of blasphemy.
Nothing too tragic…. just that I tragically don’t like it cold. How humans migrated north is a mystery to me!
Just a reminder why ol’ Zoot Allures is up on the hard.
Meanwhile, back home, it was time to do “something”. My mainsail sheet (the rope that controls the mainsail, my little landlubbing snowflakes) is looking tired on its working end so I’m in the progress of flipping it. So the first thing to do is to get it off the pulleys in order to re-splice. It was looking frayed and I thought it would be rather easy. And as all things “boat”, it wasn’t. I started with a razor, then broke out the dremmel and just wasn’t getting anywhere fast. So I broke out the big cannons and “chopped his head off”. Then I had a drink! You gotta use the tools at hand!
As in… splice a braided rope.
As in… I’ve never done it before.
As in…. I need a fid. I’ll try to fabricate one on my own, methinketh.
As if… it’ll be this easy
As if y’all will….
Stay tuned, warm, dry and in one place,
ps….. Wow, that was a “quicky” .
pss…. I just luuuuuuuv youtube! But I admit, the blowber thing was kinda corny