A Modest Proposal – Parts 3.4

BY DAN ROGERS - DIAMOND LAKE, WASHINGTON - USA

Dan’s plan

“Today is Christmas Day, 2016. A most vexing year is just about to hit the “exeunt stage left” moment. Probably just as well. To add a bit of personal confusion, that makes tomorrow the beginning of my rookie season as a septuagenarian.”

Today is Christmas Day, 2016. A most vexing year is just about to hit the “exeunt stage left” moment. Probably just as well. To add a bit of personal confusion, that makes tomorrow the beginning of my rookie season as a septuagenarian. At odd moments, all day, I’ve sort of wandered out to the shop to “check on things.” It’s a holiday. No day crew, no night crew. The Boss even took the day off. Just me. And, a little shanty boat that has her initial cruise scheduled for just shy of ninety days hence.

So. Sometime between when the turkey went into the oven, and when I got the “are you sitting down to dinner in that.?” look; a more robust cockpit sole sort of happened.

The beginnings of an engine slop well and surround sort of appeared from the plywood cut-bin.

Then, between whenever I wandered out to deliver an overflowing kitchen trash can’s contents to the bigger repositories in the garage; Duck’pox and glass tape started appearing all around said cockpit.

Not all that really great shakes for progress until I come to remember that this new bionic knee doesn’t allow for kneeling or much standing, either. That sort of ends up with a lot of standing on my head, and bending double to spread this goo around. Anyhow, sometime after dessert and coffee, and before midnight all the potential leaks and miscellaneous seams have been goo’d. I’ll probably cover it with that still-experimental canvas and glue and paint over the cockpit surfaces with non-skid painted into one of the latter coats.

Anyhow, the jobs yet to do are diminishing. I’m just hoping that the old guy I’m supposed to become tomorrow morning, won’t be too overwhelmed.

1 Comment

  1. Just leave a note for the Old Guy, so he won’t forget.

    I sometimes do. The bad part is when I forget WHO wrote me the note, and I wonder how they know so much about me. 🙂

    Peace,
    Robert

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