Does anyone else find it ironic that the National Weather Service named the latest storm Gail?
happiness is a Saturday morning sporting mixed precipitation spent in a brightly-lit sewing room stuffed with fabric and ideas.
He’s kind of a stick-in-the-mud, though.
So, I’ve been enjoying the company of this fawn and his mom since late May. I first saw them when the babe was no taller than my cat and wobbling through the woods on his newly-birthed little legs. What a sight that was.
Yesterday at dusk, he was alone on the lawn, but I knew his mom wasn’t far behind. Sure enough, a minute later she stepped from the woods. Imagine my surprise when I saw that she’d grown antlers. Blink. Blink. Really? Get the binoculars (though the couple was quite close). Sure enough. A couple of genuine antlers, complete with forks.
Apparently Mom was off shopping while big brother babysat? I mean, earlier in the summer, I did see the fawn nursing several times. And the dude with the antlers doesn’t have the right equipment for that particular activity.
. . . friends drop by. And sometimes they hang around for a bit.
This dude hung out with me for about three days last week. I would have zoomed in and cropped the photo, but I wanted to remember his littleness. He was mighty minute.
When the water looks like this
there’s no reason not to take a slow, easy trip down the lake. So I packed a cocktail along with a few edibles and jumped on the pontoon. I met only one other boat on my two-hour cruise. Nice having the lake to myself, except for a few fishermen working quietly in the bays.
OK. Let’s catch up my many thousands of readers with what’s happening with the pontoon project.
With the first coat of thinned-out spar varnish happily lapped up by the bare pristine marine plywood, I applied the required coat of marine wood primer.
I had to tape off the fence and helm. Would have been easier to do the painting without the fence, but I wanted to fish during June and somehow driving the boat around without the rail was very disconcerting. So I opted for the extra work of painting the deck in two stages.
I was finally able to put my roller into some blue paint and get started on the real color of the boat deck.
Yikes. I ended up with this splotchy mess. 🙁 Do I need to resort to carpeting? I added grit (actually pumice) to the paint to prevent it being slippery.
Here’s hoping subsequent coats don’t look like finger painting by a toddler.
It actually turned out pretty good. Hard to get a detailed look because of the sheen, and since it’s not perfect, you don’t really want a detailed look anyway. But, you know what? When I’m boating on Trego Lake? I don’t spend a lot of time looking at the boat deck.
I took a little break in here because of some strange weather — a lot of wind. It’s hard to paint with the boat moving around and also tons of rain, which wreaks havoc with 24-hour-dry-time marine paint. But finally I removed the fence again, parked the boat against the shallow, sandy shore and began painting the sides and back. Five full coats of stuff again.
Finally, with the entire deck painted, I was able to replace the fence and for the first time attach the front part with the gate.
I didn’t have enough of the teal for the front skin, so I improvised. Both sides of the fabric are exposed when the skin is finished and since I had nothing in my stash suitable to show both sides, I sewed together this patterned teal and an off-white.
I cut the patterned vinyl 1/2″ larger than the off-white, spray-glued them together, then top-stitched around the perimeter. This, I hope, will prevent moisture and mold from accumulating between the layers.
Because of its fragile state, and the fact that it takes octopus arms, I waited for Kent and Brenda to be here before I attempted putting on the bimini. I plan to buy a heartier bimini next year. The vinyl on the floor is not attached, so I can easily remove it and hose it off.
I still want to build some unique furniture, which is hard to describe and the helm needs a door on the driver’s side. That should have been done this past week, but it rained. A lot.
No project is ever completely done. That would spoil all the fun. But the boat is very comfortable for now and the motor always starts. Yay.
Every morning in summer I stumble from bed, brew a coffee and take a spot on the front steps of the deck. The photo above is my front yard and you can bet I’m aware of how lucky I am.
This morning I caught movement to my left and was treated to a sight I’ve never seen before: a fawn playing tag with his mom.
It’s the only way He maintains His sanity after a day of watching our madness.
And just think. What if there are hundreds of other planets where beings are just as idiotic as we are? Good God!