I checked my socks this morning and Santa has a foul sense of humor. What a jerk. Off to the shop at the crack of noon to lay up the splashboard for the bow. Then I masked the boat out for the baby blue interior. Not the color scheme I would have come up with on my own, but somehow, in some weird, funky retro way, it looks right. I guess if you look at enough old Sierra Club river books with the old 1960s dories, you come to appreciate boats looking like this. Which I have and do.
Saturday: caulking, scraping, sanding, then painting the white parts of the decks, walls, and gunwales. Then off to the Humphrey Summit Christmas Eve party to work on my Christmas hangover. Which was more or less a success.
A christmas offering burns at the shrine of the virgin of Guata Boopie. Feliz Navidad.