32 45 15 N
45 18 30 W
0710 GMT
05.12.08
s/y flying cloud
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another perfect day though i surrendered my watch to enjoy tearing apart the portside head and then putting it back together again, having removed the offending paper towelly item. at least the process is becoming more efficient. in and out in 2 hours, followed by a good half hour of cleaning and putting away tools. 'the job's not done until the tools are put away.' ~wisdom from bob picken.
this has dominated my day, as lunch dragged its feet and there was a move toward television. i have begun a mending project and have completed what would be most likely considered a 'crap knife' in the welch boat loft. actually, not so much of a loft as it's a basement level garage, but a great place to build a boat nonetheless. i wonder actually if there is a 'crap knife,' though i am certain there is a 'crap saw.'
these, of course, refer to the quality of the tool and nothing else; as it has been said, 'not every job is worth doing well;' and i would say that there are some jobs on which i would rather use a completely expendable knife. this one owes me very little.
entirely assembled from pieces found on the ground in the tyrell bay haulout yard in carriacou. i temporary-like liberated a sharpening stone from our tool locker in the engine room of 'good expectation.' i spent a great deal of time on my 'day off' sharpening and honing. the thing was still not yet a knife, but hey, it's becoming one moreso each hour i spend at it. sharpish, but you cannot yet shave with it.
the problem with the sharpest knife, matthew says, is that everyone wants to use it all the time. so it gets dull fast. at this point you actually can shave with most of the knives here. though there are indeed so many things to do that are better than shaving around here. it's been a blitz of activity since the first day i got to the boat. and in the spare afternoon moments tend to keep slightly busy, often honing and sharpening.
