Sunday, May 29, 2011
My apologies to any readers of this fine blog. I know that I've been remiss in posting in a timely fashion. As I mentioned before in a previous post, the fishing season is upon us and I only have so much time and energy to accomplish all that needs done. It's pretty much the same with anyone in Southeast Alaska. Boat owners are busy prepping for the season, gardeners are weeding and planting, home owners are working on all the projects that require a little warmer temperatures outside. There is always a flurry of activity in the spring here- more so than any other place I've ever lived. The season is short, so as the saying goes, you make hay when the sun shines.
As you can see from the pictures, I hauled out the Bonnie J and got her all spiffed up. Like anyone, I wanted to present her in her best light. No one that I know would keep a picture in his wallet of his wife or girlfriend when she first woke up in the morning with her hair all askance and holes in her PJ's. To begin with, you'd probably get punched if you tried to get a picture like that, and besides who wants to see it? Sooo... I didn't bother to get pictures of the boat before she was all painted up. Suffice it to say, it looked a lot different when I first hauled out.
Unfortunately I discovered that I need a new bow stem as well as quite a number of planks. I had to affix a patch on both sides of the bow and my good friend Bob Pinard came down and took on the task of putting Bondo on some major holes in several planks. He's kind of like the Bondo King- I think he's worked with it on cars in the past. Anyway, he was a major help. I'm also happy to report that the bugs hadn't hatched yet so I was actually able to concentrate on the work at hand. When I worked on the haulout landing several years ago, the project lasted into June and the no-see-ums were vicious. I'm quite certain that they could drive a man mad. I brought my box fan down while we were pouring concrete and had it blowing on me full bore. Those other poor saps pushing the wheelbarrows had to leave the breeze and were mauled by those blood thirsty suckers. It was awful. I tried to get the project manager to send over some giant fans like you would use to dry out a building after a flood, but he was merciless. Anyway, I was nervous as a cat when it came time to haul out, but it went quite well. In fact, I think that from here on out, I'll utilize the travel lift- I think it was less stressful on the boat. The new harbormaster, Arlen Skaflestad, handled the lift like a pro and put my mind at ease. There is some kind of scale on the machine that weighs the boats as it lifts them up. I found out that the net tonnage is seven tons, not six as the documentation papers say. Somewhere along the line I picked up an extra two thousand pounds of weight- kind of like my gut over the past ten or fifteen years.
I've got a few more projects to finish on the boat before I get out fishing. I usually like to be out on the water more by now, but the with the boat work, the high cost of fuel and few reports of good fishing around here, I'm getting a late start. Hopefully I can make up for lost time once I get out. I don't know when I will be able to post here again, but I'd like to do it at least once a week, I'll just have to see how it goes. Until then, Ta Ta!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
It seems that every day there is a new tragedy on the news- either the tsunami in Japan or the floods in the Midwest or tornadoes down south. There is no place on earth exempt from some calamity or another. Though it won't make the national or even the state news we had our own disaster yesterday in the form of a fire. I was sitting down having a cup of coffee after lunch when Jan called to tell me that the Sportsman's Bed and Breakfast had flames coming out of the roof. The building is located just around the corner from my place and I'm surprised that I didn't notice the smoke right away. I believe that the owners had just returned from Nebraska where they spend the winters and had lit the wood stove. I'm not sure what the cause of the blaze is exactly, you hear rumors, but I haven't heard anything definitive. I hate to see anyone lose their home and business. I'm not sure if the building can be salvaged or not, there was a lot of water poured on the fire and I'm sure it made it's way down to the lower floors. If anything good can come from this, I understand that the building was fully insured and the owners had moved their keepsakes back to Nebraska in anticipation of selling the business. They had previously retired from logging and were doing this as a side job. Fortunately no one was hurt and the fire didn't spread to any other buildings. Frankly, I hope we've seen the last of the trauma for awhile. As anyone in a small town knows, when tragedy strikes one family, everyone is affected. The loss of the Sportsman's will be felt by everyone in some way, but as with all loss, we'll help each other out and carry on.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
It's cold and windy and spitting rain today, not at all what I would imagine May first to feel like, or at least not what I was hoping it would be like. While I'm grateful that we aren't experiencing tornadoes, snow, wildfires, floods or other severe weather phenomenon, I'd still kind of like a little spring-like sunshine. I'm sitting in my office with a blanket over my legs and my jacket on. Maybe it's just because I'm getting older, or there is so much more of me in the middle section that the blood can't get to the extremities as easily, but I'm cold right now- and, I might add, a little depressed. I think so much of my attitude is this weather. Whine bitch, complain- and I'm not even out fishing!
I was going to do a little blog on Plantar Fasciitis; it's a condition that leaves the bottom of your foot feeling like you've got something in your shoe all the time. I recently had a bout of it and had to go to the doctor and do exercises and and wear a doo-dad on my foot. It eventually went away. The other night when I was at work I thought it might be making another appearance, but I think that it was a stone in my shoe this time. I was thinking about the name, Plantar Fasciitis- it made me think of Planters Peanuts, which led to Peanut Foot. "Doc, I've got a bad case of Peanut Foot, what should I do?" "Stay away from salt and don't nibble on your toes." My mind goes on endless journeys when left without a purpose. That's one of the problems with mindless work. Then I started thinking about the Peanut Gallery. I don't have a memory of it, but my older brother said that the Peanut Gallery is where the little kids used to sit on the Howdy Doody show. You probably wouldn't be able to get away with a name like that on a kid's show now. Parents would be up in arms and there would be calls for boycotts and whatnot. The kids would have to get counseling for feelings of low self-esteem for being forced to sit in the Peanut Gallery. I guess it's a good thing I never visited Ol Howdy- I'd be a real basket case right now.