I love living near the coast and having access to inexpensive fresh seafood.
Today for lunch I had Shrimp flavored ramen noodles sprinkled liberally with REAL imitation crab meat. Beat that! I'm sure the shrimp flavor packet in the ramen noodles was made with local shrimp.
Lots of water falling from the sky today. Got rained out on the siding job. I'm really not that heartbroken.
I'm opening my friend's coffee shop in the mornings while she's out of town. Real smart to give me, the king of excess, the keys to a coffee shop and all the coffee I can drink between six and eight a.m.. I've almost quit vibrating. My handwriting looks like it was written by a person with Parkinsons suffering DT's.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
A practical joke too good to pass up...
During my down time I generally hang out at a friend's shop where we all tinker, drink beer and swap lies. There are always several projects going on at once whether they be lucrative or not.
This guy Jeramy (who shall remain nameless) is a goldsmith and keeps a crock-pot full of wax around he uses to obtain molds of various creatures and objects that he will eventually cast in gold. He decided to melt the wax to mold something and two seconds after he plugged the unit in there were complications. First, a geyser of steam erupted and Jeramy (who shall remain nameless) started yelling "Oh, God! Holy cow!!" Naturally I (being the curious type) ran over to see what was happening. I thought it was some sort of cool chemical reaction. Well, this nameless guy ran the opposite direction to the window that lets a cool breeze blow through the entire length of the warehouse. That was a really bad move, as the problem was a horrible, concentrated rotten fish stench.
Evidently as a rookie shrimper he'd found some cool fish (juvenile sheeps-head) that he wanted to cast and he'd put about 10 of them, the size of a half dollar each, into this wax and in the course of standard debauchery forgot all about them. The crock-pot then got unplugged to seal the fish in wax to rot.
I don't have the words in my vocabulary to explain how vile and foul the atmosphere in the warehouse was for about 30 minutes. We all thanked God for the breeze. I have been working on commercial fishing boats off and on for quite a while, and I have never in my life smelled a more unpleasant, thoroughly invasive stench.
This whole wax-pot thing is a prank waiting to happen. We thought about selling it in a yard sale for a dime or so, but then they'd know where they got it. I thought about taking it down to the thrift store and donating it, but all the ladies there are so nice I couldn't stand the thought of them plugging it in to determine if it works or not in the store. I guess I'm just going to wipe it down with bleach to take the surface stench away and keep it 'till April. This makes Walter Mathau's "dead fish behind the truck seat" gag in 'Grumpy old Men' seem tame.
(insert evil laugh here)
This guy Jeramy (who shall remain nameless) is a goldsmith and keeps a crock-pot full of wax around he uses to obtain molds of various creatures and objects that he will eventually cast in gold. He decided to melt the wax to mold something and two seconds after he plugged the unit in there were complications. First, a geyser of steam erupted and Jeramy (who shall remain nameless) started yelling "Oh, God! Holy cow!!" Naturally I (being the curious type) ran over to see what was happening. I thought it was some sort of cool chemical reaction. Well, this nameless guy ran the opposite direction to the window that lets a cool breeze blow through the entire length of the warehouse. That was a really bad move, as the problem was a horrible, concentrated rotten fish stench.
Evidently as a rookie shrimper he'd found some cool fish (juvenile sheeps-head) that he wanted to cast and he'd put about 10 of them, the size of a half dollar each, into this wax and in the course of standard debauchery forgot all about them. The crock-pot then got unplugged to seal the fish in wax to rot.
I don't have the words in my vocabulary to explain how vile and foul the atmosphere in the warehouse was for about 30 minutes. We all thanked God for the breeze. I have been working on commercial fishing boats off and on for quite a while, and I have never in my life smelled a more unpleasant, thoroughly invasive stench.
This whole wax-pot thing is a prank waiting to happen. We thought about selling it in a yard sale for a dime or so, but then they'd know where they got it. I thought about taking it down to the thrift store and donating it, but all the ladies there are so nice I couldn't stand the thought of them plugging it in to determine if it works or not in the store. I guess I'm just going to wipe it down with bleach to take the surface stench away and keep it 'till April. This makes Walter Mathau's "dead fish behind the truck seat" gag in 'Grumpy old Men' seem tame.
(insert evil laugh here)
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Oops, getting fat...
Well, since I've been in this house with all the modern amenities I've seemed to expand in girth. Where I used to ride a bike or walk for at least half a mile to feed myself, I now only have to walk the short distance to the refrigerator. I've been considering moving the fridge across town, but I don't have an extension cord that long. I still bike or walk wherever I go, but cooking breakfast, lunch and supper at home and having immediate access to leftovers whenever I want (and a microwave) is still packing the insulation on me. I'd do well in a cooler climate.
Sigh.
Sigh.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Feast or Famine...
Around Apalachicola it tends to be either feast or famine for a self employed carpenter. I think the pendulum has swung towards feast for me lately. I've been slowly rebuilding my friend's house, but she doesn't have the funds for full time labor. Recently I painted the lines on the parking lot at the local Ace Hardware, and as a result I think I sold Gulf State Bank lines on their lot, too. In addition to that "easy" money, I sold the city a set of steps (they'll pay well) and a door for an historic restoration on the City Hall building. I'm just tickled.
If I get these projects finished before August I'll be able to escape the infernal heat and travel north for a while. My last camping trip to the Pisgah Nat'l Forest was so relaxing and beautiful I think I'll try it again. I know my dog is miserable in this heat; I'm just glad I'm not quite as furry as he is.
Besides the sultry weather and looming thunderstorms there's not much to comment on. Life goes on!
If I get these projects finished before August I'll be able to escape the infernal heat and travel north for a while. My last camping trip to the Pisgah Nat'l Forest was so relaxing and beautiful I think I'll try it again. I know my dog is miserable in this heat; I'm just glad I'm not quite as furry as he is.
Besides the sultry weather and looming thunderstorms there's not much to comment on. Life goes on!
Monday, June 26, 2006
Rainy afternoon and parking lot stripes...
Lately, it seems, we have been getting afternoon thundershowers reminiscent of the showers we got around here when I was a child visiting St. George Island. Every afternoon around 3:00pm the thunderheads would build and drench the place for about an hour. One could almost set one's clock by them. The weather's been behaving similarly for the past couple of weeks. I like it. It's made for cooler mornings, less dust and generally greener flora.
I finally sold the Ace Hardware on some parking lot stripes after trying for the past year. The owner said that he definately wanted it done, but he just wasn't ready yet. I've been pestering him relentlessly and finally Saturday he gave me the go ahead. Sunday morning at 7:00 I was down there sweeping lines and pulling the weeds out of the cracks. By 9:30 am I was within 6 lines of being through when my 4" roller fell apart. (yeah, I know, they're only 2 bucks; you would think I would keep a spare or two...) The ironic thing is that Ace doesn't open 'till 1:00pm on Sunday and I couldn't get a roller frame. Dang. They close at 5:00pm so I went back at 4:30 and bought another frame. It had already rained for the scheduled 3pm hour, so I thought I was safe. By the time the parking lot cleared the thunderheads started building again but I thought they were heading around us. I finished the last six lines and guarded them until 6:15 (they weren't dry yet, but the traffic had ceased) and got on my bike and headed back to the house. It's a two mile pedal and about two thirds of the way there it started POURING. (cry)
I fully expected to have to buy a bucket of asphalt sealer and seal a section of the lot and repaint it, but by some miracle the lines were fine! So I got paid, the guy has two more lots he wants striped and everyone's happy.
The End.
The End.
I finally sold the Ace Hardware on some parking lot stripes after trying for the past year. The owner said that he definately wanted it done, but he just wasn't ready yet. I've been pestering him relentlessly and finally Saturday he gave me the go ahead. Sunday morning at 7:00 I was down there sweeping lines and pulling the weeds out of the cracks. By 9:30 am I was within 6 lines of being through when my 4" roller fell apart. (yeah, I know, they're only 2 bucks; you would think I would keep a spare or two...) The ironic thing is that Ace doesn't open 'till 1:00pm on Sunday and I couldn't get a roller frame. Dang. They close at 5:00pm so I went back at 4:30 and bought another frame. It had already rained for the scheduled 3pm hour, so I thought I was safe. By the time the parking lot cleared the thunderheads started building again but I thought they were heading around us. I finished the last six lines and guarded them until 6:15 (they weren't dry yet, but the traffic had ceased) and got on my bike and headed back to the house. It's a two mile pedal and about two thirds of the way there it started POURING. (cry)
I fully expected to have to buy a bucket of asphalt sealer and seal a section of the lot and repaint it, but by some miracle the lines were fine! So I got paid, the guy has two more lots he wants striped and everyone's happy.
The End.
The End.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Silly Dog...
Sometimes I wonder if my dog, Chester, is all there.
I was reading in the kitchen last night waiting for the roast in the slow oven to reach rare when I noticed Chester chasing flies. I've seen this behavior in him before, but never really watched the entire drama play out. (if you're wondering why I have numerous flies in the kitchen it's because the place is intolerably hot without the windows open [I'm too much of a miser to a/c the whole house] and the screen frames tend to not fit the openings; I'm guessing the homeowner scavenged them)
When I sat down to read I was vaguely aware of at least 4 flies. Chester was acutely aware of them. He would stalk them, one at a time, until he was in a position to be the center of the fly's attention and then snap it out of the air. He then would proceed to carefully dispatch it with his little front teeth, sniff it on the floor and make sure it was dead before devouring it with seemingly great gusto.
At this point I was chuckling and Chester went on to stalk the next victim. The mighty fly hunter. By the time he had caught and eaten all of the flies I was rolling. This was one of the funniest things I'd seen in a long time. When he was finished he looked at me with a sort of "what's so funny" look. I guess to him this is serious business. He made dang sure there were no more flies in the house before settling down to snooze. I guess he's unable to snooze with flies around, or mayhaps they are just plain delicious. We may never know.
For lack of anything more exciting to post this is what y'all get.
P.S.
It's been consistantly in the mid-90's for the past four days. I'm not loving it. Ouch.
I was reading in the kitchen last night waiting for the roast in the slow oven to reach rare when I noticed Chester chasing flies. I've seen this behavior in him before, but never really watched the entire drama play out. (if you're wondering why I have numerous flies in the kitchen it's because the place is intolerably hot without the windows open [I'm too much of a miser to a/c the whole house] and the screen frames tend to not fit the openings; I'm guessing the homeowner scavenged them)
When I sat down to read I was vaguely aware of at least 4 flies. Chester was acutely aware of them. He would stalk them, one at a time, until he was in a position to be the center of the fly's attention and then snap it out of the air. He then would proceed to carefully dispatch it with his little front teeth, sniff it on the floor and make sure it was dead before devouring it with seemingly great gusto.
At this point I was chuckling and Chester went on to stalk the next victim. The mighty fly hunter. By the time he had caught and eaten all of the flies I was rolling. This was one of the funniest things I'd seen in a long time. When he was finished he looked at me with a sort of "what's so funny" look. I guess to him this is serious business. He made dang sure there were no more flies in the house before settling down to snooze. I guess he's unable to snooze with flies around, or mayhaps they are just plain delicious. We may never know.
For lack of anything more exciting to post this is what y'all get.
P.S.
It's been consistantly in the mid-90's for the past four days. I'm not loving it. Ouch.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Beautiful morning and an old house...
When I woke up this morning it was clear, dry and cool. We haven't had a 65 degree morning in a long time and I'm loving it. (so is my dog)
I'm about to go to work and face the can-o-worms I opened up on my friends house. If you pushed on the south wall with one finger you could move it in and out about 3", so I tore down the siding and have been replacing studs, sills and the siding. It's already much better, but it's been so dang hot I'm usually only good for half a day. Today should be a good one. Hopefully I'll be able to finish the rest of the south wall and then I'll work on the front.
Guess I need to go to work, now.
Ciao!
I'm about to go to work and face the can-o-worms I opened up on my friends house. If you pushed on the south wall with one finger you could move it in and out about 3", so I tore down the siding and have been replacing studs, sills and the siding. It's already much better, but it's been so dang hot I'm usually only good for half a day. Today should be a good one. Hopefully I'll be able to finish the rest of the south wall and then I'll work on the front.
Guess I need to go to work, now.
Ciao!
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Speeding ticket...
To preface this post I'll start by saying that I haven't had a ticket in a long, LONG time. I'm usually the slowest guy on the road. It's not a race.
My friend from Tamara's cafe Floridita asked me to bartend for a wedding she was catering. I said ok, and we left Apalachicola at 5:30, giving us plenty of time to get to Port St. Joe to set up by 7:30. The last thing I said to this woman before we left is "Don't haul ass; I don't know where we're going and I don't want you to lose me." I think that spurred her on to greater speed. When I saw the state trooper (notice the lower case letters) I looked down at the speedometer and trying to keep up I was doing 85 mph in a 60 and she was still pulling away from me. She pulled over immediately and so did I. I considered continuing on, but I didn't want it to turn in to an "attempting to alude" ticket. Turns out it's the same state trooper that took me to jail for sleeping in my truck drunk. (which I took to jury trial and was adjudicated 'not guilty") When he came up to the window I said "Hi, Scotty, how's it going?" (He sat through my entire trial and he knows who I am) He said "where are you going in such a hurry, Mr. Tompkins?" I explained to him that I was following the boss lady to a catering gig and had asked her not to haul ass. Scotty said "you know I have to write y'all a ticket right?" I said "Be gentle". He laughed and then asked me for my driver's licence. I explained to him that he took it away from me a year ago last october and I never got it back. He didn't write me a ticket for not having it on me. (nice guy) He went up to the pace car and got Speedy's licence and insurance info and proceeded to write out two tickets. He's such a nice guy he nocked it down from 83 mph to 66 mph in a 60. If he'd have written it out for the speed we were doing it would have been two hundred something dollars. Instead it's $77.50. The boss lady's going to pay the ticket that I got, but I still get points on my licence. I had a spotless driving record. Dang.
Anyway, I did see a girl I went to highschool with, and the parents of a fellow my brother graduated with. Small world.
My friend from Tamara's cafe Floridita asked me to bartend for a wedding she was catering. I said ok, and we left Apalachicola at 5:30, giving us plenty of time to get to Port St. Joe to set up by 7:30. The last thing I said to this woman before we left is "Don't haul ass; I don't know where we're going and I don't want you to lose me." I think that spurred her on to greater speed. When I saw the state trooper (notice the lower case letters) I looked down at the speedometer and trying to keep up I was doing 85 mph in a 60 and she was still pulling away from me. She pulled over immediately and so did I. I considered continuing on, but I didn't want it to turn in to an "attempting to alude" ticket. Turns out it's the same state trooper that took me to jail for sleeping in my truck drunk. (which I took to jury trial and was adjudicated 'not guilty") When he came up to the window I said "Hi, Scotty, how's it going?" (He sat through my entire trial and he knows who I am) He said "where are you going in such a hurry, Mr. Tompkins?" I explained to him that I was following the boss lady to a catering gig and had asked her not to haul ass. Scotty said "you know I have to write y'all a ticket right?" I said "Be gentle". He laughed and then asked me for my driver's licence. I explained to him that he took it away from me a year ago last october and I never got it back. He didn't write me a ticket for not having it on me. (nice guy) He went up to the pace car and got Speedy's licence and insurance info and proceeded to write out two tickets. He's such a nice guy he nocked it down from 83 mph to 66 mph in a 60. If he'd have written it out for the speed we were doing it would have been two hundred something dollars. Instead it's $77.50. The boss lady's going to pay the ticket that I got, but I still get points on my licence. I had a spotless driving record. Dang.
Anyway, I did see a girl I went to highschool with, and the parents of a fellow my brother graduated with. Small world.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Sanity saving lullabies
Everyone who has been around one or more infants for any length of time knows that at times they aren't so cute. Be it cholic or cholera, there are times when they just won't stop crying despite all efforts by one or both parents. In order to salvage a shred of sanity in the unfortunate tending parent someone came up with the sanity saving lullaby.
As an example, when my siblings and I were infants, my Grandmother (who has been called eccentric by more astute people than myself) would sing us this particularly menacing lullaby:
Old black sheepie, where's your lamb?
Way down yonder in the valley--
The buzzards and the butterflies
are picking out it's eyes--
and the poor little thing cries
Mammy--
(sing sweetly and endlessly until child grows up with a sense of humor like
Steven King or goes to sleep)
I was listening to NPR sunday night to a show that was talking about this wonderful stress relieving lullaby technique. One particular lullaby that was sung caught my ear. I don't know if it was sung to me as a child or not, but it seemed somehow familliar. Here it is:
This is the day
that we give away
little babies.
They come free
in a half pound of tea...
if you know any ladies
that want any babies
just send them around to me.
When they take off the lid
out comes the kid
with a written guarantee.
This is the day
that we give away
little babies.
I don't know if I have the words exactly right, but I've been singing it to myself all week and thought I should share this with some of you parents out there.
NPR on Sunday nights can be a riot.
As an example, when my siblings and I were infants, my Grandmother (who has been called eccentric by more astute people than myself) would sing us this particularly menacing lullaby:
Old black sheepie, where's your lamb?
Way down yonder in the valley--
The buzzards and the butterflies
are picking out it's eyes--
and the poor little thing cries
Mammy--
(sing sweetly and endlessly until child grows up with a sense of humor like
Steven King or goes to sleep)
I was listening to NPR sunday night to a show that was talking about this wonderful stress relieving lullaby technique. One particular lullaby that was sung caught my ear. I don't know if it was sung to me as a child or not, but it seemed somehow familliar. Here it is:
This is the day
that we give away
little babies.
They come free
in a half pound of tea...
if you know any ladies
that want any babies
just send them around to me.
When they take off the lid
out comes the kid
with a written guarantee.
This is the day
that we give away
little babies.
I don't know if I have the words exactly right, but I've been singing it to myself all week and thought I should share this with some of you parents out there.
NPR on Sunday nights can be a riot.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Moving Day
I'll start with the standard "sorry for not posting lately, blah blah blah....".
I've recently moved into a 3 bedroom 2 bath house on the south side of 98. Thats the good side of the tracks. I've had the electricity and the water turned on. (I could almost hear the gasps as I typed that) The phone is next, but not absolutely necessary.
The house is partially gutted (the apartment on the back) and I'll be working on that while living in the main house. I'll logically move into the apartment when it's finished and work on restoring the main section. It's a structurally sound place, so it will be mostly cosmetics and asthetics I'll be working on. I'll work on the place at a reduced rate for 40 hours a month to cover rent and the owner will send me a check on the first of every month. There is no time limit, as the owner lives part time in Colorado and the rest of the time in L.A. ("Lower Alabama" to those of you not residing in the southeast). I believe he inherited the place and it's been sitting vacant for a few years. I think everyone's happy. I know I am.
I still have several projects I'm working on so money won't be a problem. I'm just happy to have climate control because it's already becoming sweltering down here. 90's in the day and 90% humididy. Ouch.
Other than that, Chester's fine, I might be taking over payments on a 26' sailboat, and It's going to rain today so I'm taking the day off to finish moving. And now you know the rest of the story.
Good Day. (I stole that from Paul Harvey)
I've recently moved into a 3 bedroom 2 bath house on the south side of 98. Thats the good side of the tracks. I've had the electricity and the water turned on. (I could almost hear the gasps as I typed that) The phone is next, but not absolutely necessary.
The house is partially gutted (the apartment on the back) and I'll be working on that while living in the main house. I'll logically move into the apartment when it's finished and work on restoring the main section. It's a structurally sound place, so it will be mostly cosmetics and asthetics I'll be working on. I'll work on the place at a reduced rate for 40 hours a month to cover rent and the owner will send me a check on the first of every month. There is no time limit, as the owner lives part time in Colorado and the rest of the time in L.A. ("Lower Alabama" to those of you not residing in the southeast). I believe he inherited the place and it's been sitting vacant for a few years. I think everyone's happy. I know I am.
I still have several projects I'm working on so money won't be a problem. I'm just happy to have climate control because it's already becoming sweltering down here. 90's in the day and 90% humididy. Ouch.
Other than that, Chester's fine, I might be taking over payments on a 26' sailboat, and It's going to rain today so I'm taking the day off to finish moving. And now you know the rest of the story.
Good Day. (I stole that from Paul Harvey)
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Boat News...
Well, even though I feel like I don' t have much to say, I'll say it anyway. I figure maybe y'all can at the least know what I'm up to.
I'm still trying to work on the 51' speed boat (Frankly Scarlett), and wishing the fiberglass was finished. I've been having a hard time staying motivated to go to work. I don't do fiberglass. That's what I've been having to do anyway. I told the guy I'm working for that when I'm doing glasswork and digging ditches I charge $190.00/hr. He laughed. The carpentry that I can do is finished, and when the boat is back in the water I can proceed with the stern deck and cabin sole. So, I've been making enough apperances to keep alive, and not much more. I guess the only reason I don't like glass and epoxy resin would be the lack of running water in the crackerbox in which I live. I probably wouldn't have a problem with it otherwise. One can't go to bed covered in fiberglass (I suppose you could... but YIKES!) so I have to wait 'till dark and hose off with my landlord's hose. Then there's the epoxy resin. Talk about destroying clothes and shoes!! That's why I'm a carpenter! Oh, well. The boat should be in the water here pretty soon.
Now y'all know why I haven't been posting more frequently. It's the standard "if you don't have anything nice to say..." routine. Hopefully the next time I write I'll have pictures of the woodwork I'm (supposed to be) doing. I do have a wonderful stack of mahogany that measures (+ or -) 3" thick, 14' long and 22" wide. I'm really looking forward to milling and beginning.
That's the news!
I'm still trying to work on the 51' speed boat (Frankly Scarlett), and wishing the fiberglass was finished. I've been having a hard time staying motivated to go to work. I don't do fiberglass. That's what I've been having to do anyway. I told the guy I'm working for that when I'm doing glasswork and digging ditches I charge $190.00/hr. He laughed. The carpentry that I can do is finished, and when the boat is back in the water I can proceed with the stern deck and cabin sole. So, I've been making enough apperances to keep alive, and not much more. I guess the only reason I don't like glass and epoxy resin would be the lack of running water in the crackerbox in which I live. I probably wouldn't have a problem with it otherwise. One can't go to bed covered in fiberglass (I suppose you could... but YIKES!) so I have to wait 'till dark and hose off with my landlord's hose. Then there's the epoxy resin. Talk about destroying clothes and shoes!! That's why I'm a carpenter! Oh, well. The boat should be in the water here pretty soon.
Now y'all know why I haven't been posting more frequently. It's the standard "if you don't have anything nice to say..." routine. Hopefully the next time I write I'll have pictures of the woodwork I'm (supposed to be) doing. I do have a wonderful stack of mahogany that measures (+ or -) 3" thick, 14' long and 22" wide. I'm really looking forward to milling and beginning.
That's the news!
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Visit from Ma and Pa
I had a wonderful monday, as my Mom and Dad went out of their way to swing by Apalachicola for a brief visit. It was really good to see them. First we rode around town to see the over priced real estate. This little town is really proud of its land. Then we went to the Dr. John Gorrie museum. This was the man who held the first patent for mechanical refrigeration in 1851. Not many people are aware where the ability to manufacture ice originated, but it was right here in lil' ol' Apalach. We then went to Boss Oyster for raw oyster appetizers and then Tamara's Cafe Floridita for the entree. It was marvelous to see them. Thanks, Mom and Dad!!
Friday, February 10, 2006
Scanned snail pics
Hey Y'all. Here are some of the pictures I promised . The first few are from some work I did for a friend in Sumatra, Fla and then some random travel pics. For some reason the pictures I took of the motor vessel Frankly Scarlett didn't turn out. I don't know why. I'll try again.
Posts for front porch. For some reason I never did walk back around the house and take a finished shot. (yes, I did finish it!)
Post setting day on the rear deck. That's my friend "Mike with the kids". That's his best effort at appearing photogenic.
Partway through the framing. Great weather to be outside doing simple construction.
Finished Deck. I'm not sure I'm real tickled with the underpinning Mike put around it. Grrrr.
View of pumphouse framing , pump and water softener system.
Back quarter view of the pump house. Note the river in the background. It's only 22 miles down river to Apalachicola. By road it's 37.
Another view of the finished pump house.
My wonderful 30 mile commute to and from Sumatra, Fla. More often than not I would be the only car on the road the whole way. Lots of deer to hit at night, though.
Good Ol' Chester in his favorite riding position. We're in the N.C. mountains. He can ride like that for hours on end. It's hilarious when he hits bugs. When he does, he looks at me like I did it.
Andrew and cousin Chester in Ralpharetta.
Me and my friend Linda from Venezuela. She's the one on the left. With the Antlers.
Bama Jane Fighting Chair, Chain and Dogs.
Me and Bama Jane at her house in Fla.
Posts for front porch. For some reason I never did walk back around the house and take a finished shot. (yes, I did finish it!)
Post setting day on the rear deck. That's my friend "Mike with the kids". That's his best effort at appearing photogenic.
Partway through the framing. Great weather to be outside doing simple construction.
Finished Deck. I'm not sure I'm real tickled with the underpinning Mike put around it. Grrrr.
View of pumphouse framing , pump and water softener system.
Back quarter view of the pump house. Note the river in the background. It's only 22 miles down river to Apalachicola. By road it's 37.
Another view of the finished pump house.
My wonderful 30 mile commute to and from Sumatra, Fla. More often than not I would be the only car on the road the whole way. Lots of deer to hit at night, though.
Good Ol' Chester in his favorite riding position. We're in the N.C. mountains. He can ride like that for hours on end. It's hilarious when he hits bugs. When he does, he looks at me like I did it.
Andrew and cousin Chester in Ralpharetta.
Me and my friend Linda from Venezuela. She's the one on the left. With the Antlers.
Bama Jane Fighting Chair, Chain and Dogs.
Me and Bama Jane at her house in Fla.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
still playing carpenter...
My apologies for not posting lately... I know it gets old checking a blog and finding no new posts.
I'm back to working on a boat built circa 1956 that set a world speed record in 1963. It's a 51 foot Garwood sportfisher. It was the last boat he built and has high collectible value.
I'm the last guy in the line of people in this restoration. The hull's been reglassed and I'm doing the finish work. Currently I'm installing the rub-rails and will move to the decks and then the cabin when we splash her.
If anyone's curious, her name is Frankly Scarlett.
I'll post more pictures as soon as I use up the rest of this roll of film I'm working on.
Yes, I still use snail pics.
Back soon!
I'm back to working on a boat built circa 1956 that set a world speed record in 1963. It's a 51 foot Garwood sportfisher. It was the last boat he built and has high collectible value.
I'm the last guy in the line of people in this restoration. The hull's been reglassed and I'm doing the finish work. Currently I'm installing the rub-rails and will move to the decks and then the cabin when we splash her.
If anyone's curious, her name is Frankly Scarlett.
I'll post more pictures as soon as I use up the rest of this roll of film I'm working on.
Yes, I still use snail pics.
Back soon!
Friday, January 20, 2006
Pit Bull Attack
Those of you who know my dog, Chester, are aware of what a great dog he is. He's one of the most docile dogs I've met, and he's so well behaved most people like him more than me. When I'm working around town and will be in and out, I generally leave him at home for the day to "guard the house" (that's his job).
About a month ago, I left poor Chester in the house as I do sometimes, and my landlord (the very ingenuitive captain of the grouper boat 'Offshore') came over to retrieve something out of the back bedroom. That room is his storage unit. Anyway, the front door to the cracker box that I live in is kind of quirky, and you have to jiggle the handle or it won't latch. Unfortunately for Chester, the landlord forgot this and didn't latch the door properly. Chester decided to go for a walk. While doing this, he ran into some neighbor dogs who are allowed to run freely. They're pit bull terriers. Two of them. Fortunately for Chester they're still young. I'm guessing them to be a year or a year and a half of age. They tore my dog's right ham up pretty bad; nothing to see but a dozen or so puncture wounds, but they mangled his muscle horribly. There were a few puncture wounds on his face and shoulders, and they nipped off the end of his, well, let's just suffice it to say it hurt him to urinate. He couldn't walk at all; the landlord saw him crawling by his house to go home. When he first saw Chester he didn't recognize him through the blood and the mud, but when he realized what he was seeing he took him to the vet. After a ten day course of antibiotics and pain medication the exterior wounds were closed and healing nicely. Still, after a month, he favors the leg tremendously.
Now that he's healing up it's kind of funny to watch him walk. His name came from Chester on "Gunsmoke" because he was found as an eight or so month old puppy limping around town on a mostly healed left front broken leg and as a result it's considerably shorter than his right one. So now with his permanent front limp and the newly acquired back right limp it's actually kind of comical to watch him romp and play. (he told me it's ok to laugh, now) Bless his heart! And for the record, he's going to be fine.
By the way, in case anyone's wondering, he's a chow mix. I think he's chow, shepherd and heyena.
About a month ago, I left poor Chester in the house as I do sometimes, and my landlord (the very ingenuitive captain of the grouper boat 'Offshore') came over to retrieve something out of the back bedroom. That room is his storage unit. Anyway, the front door to the cracker box that I live in is kind of quirky, and you have to jiggle the handle or it won't latch. Unfortunately for Chester, the landlord forgot this and didn't latch the door properly. Chester decided to go for a walk. While doing this, he ran into some neighbor dogs who are allowed to run freely. They're pit bull terriers. Two of them. Fortunately for Chester they're still young. I'm guessing them to be a year or a year and a half of age. They tore my dog's right ham up pretty bad; nothing to see but a dozen or so puncture wounds, but they mangled his muscle horribly. There were a few puncture wounds on his face and shoulders, and they nipped off the end of his, well, let's just suffice it to say it hurt him to urinate. He couldn't walk at all; the landlord saw him crawling by his house to go home. When he first saw Chester he didn't recognize him through the blood and the mud, but when he realized what he was seeing he took him to the vet. After a ten day course of antibiotics and pain medication the exterior wounds were closed and healing nicely. Still, after a month, he favors the leg tremendously.
Now that he's healing up it's kind of funny to watch him walk. His name came from Chester on "Gunsmoke" because he was found as an eight or so month old puppy limping around town on a mostly healed left front broken leg and as a result it's considerably shorter than his right one. So now with his permanent front limp and the newly acquired back right limp it's actually kind of comical to watch him romp and play. (he told me it's ok to laugh, now) Bless his heart! And for the record, he's going to be fine.
By the way, in case anyone's wondering, he's a chow mix. I think he's chow, shepherd and heyena.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Change of Pace
After the last fishing trip I'm happy to report I'll be a carpenter for a while again. I'm building a pump house for my friend "Mike with the kids". Rosemoon knows who he is. (By the way, rm, he's been married twice since y'all saw him last and has six, count 'em, SIX kids now) That will be guaranteed $, and that helps pay bills.
It's a beautiful drive up hwy. 65 to Sumatra, and the road has been freshly paved. Nice 30 mile commute. The piece of property I'm working on is right on the Apalachicola river just north of Fort Gadsden. It's really peaceful until the fighter jets from Tyndall AFB decide to dog-fight over the forest. I'm always amazed at the wildlife I see in that neck of the woods. Today I saw a rather large russian boar (they're solid black) visiting my friend's hogs, and several white tail does.
Needless to say, the next couple of posts should be rather safe and mundane (unless while preparing the boat for the next trip something out of the ordinary happens).
The weather is really awesome right now; gusts up to 35 mph and thunderstormy. Not exactly winter weather. I'm hoping for long johns soon.
C-Y'all later
It's a beautiful drive up hwy. 65 to Sumatra, and the road has been freshly paved. Nice 30 mile commute. The piece of property I'm working on is right on the Apalachicola river just north of Fort Gadsden. It's really peaceful until the fighter jets from Tyndall AFB decide to dog-fight over the forest. I'm always amazed at the wildlife I see in that neck of the woods. Today I saw a rather large russian boar (they're solid black) visiting my friend's hogs, and several white tail does.
Needless to say, the next couple of posts should be rather safe and mundane (unless while preparing the boat for the next trip something out of the ordinary happens).
The weather is really awesome right now; gusts up to 35 mph and thunderstormy. Not exactly winter weather. I'm hoping for long johns soon.
C-Y'all later
Friday, January 13, 2006
Testament to murphy's law
Well, last Saturday my illustrious captain and I left for what was to be the first of my serious training excercises. It was a beautiful day and left no indication as to the fiasco that was about to ensue.
The capt. said we didn't need fuel; he topped off the tanks when we came back in the last time. I should probably as a preface say that this boat is not a foul weather boat. She has low freeboard (distance from the water to the rail) and a wet exhaust (the exhaust pipe is at water level). This is a particularly fast boat as far as offshore commercial grouper boats go; she'll do 20mph+ and cruises comfortably at 18, burning a minimal amount of fuel as 18mph only requires 2000 rpm's. So with this cauldron of energy between us and the water we made it to the bait hole in a remarkable 2 and a half hours. That's normally a 6 hour ride or so. We fished for bait 'till dark and went hunting for grouper. The first wreck we hit was a decent rally of nice sized grouper. We had 10 on deck for me to process on the way to the next bottom feature. On the next stop we caught nothing. On the next stop we caught nothing. (I would continue like this, but y'all probably get the idea) Finally about 10 pm the captain cooked supper and we quit fishing. The next morning was a series of stops similar to the night before. Skipper decided we should head in shore and fish shallow (30 fathoms) , as the other boats in the fleet had already pounded what we were trying to fish. We did go in and began to catch white snapper, scamp, trigger fish and beeliners. Not real high dollar fish, but quantity will pay, too. Now the fun starts.
Wednesday morning we woke up and the bilge was full of water. Guess who had to climb down into the bilge and replace the bilge pump while wading in two feet of oily, diesel fuely fish gutty water? I'll give you two guesses (and it wasn't the captain). NICE. So I got the bilge pumped out (don't worry all you greenpeace people; The oil and fuel float on top of water and the float switch shuts down before the oil gets to the pump) and we're running along to the first hole of the day. The motor quit. Just like that. The captain said "Wow, usually they'll sputter first!" I was thrilled. Turned out not to be such a bad thing after all; the water level in the racor filter (filters water out of the fuel) was up and when the filter gets clogged the motor stops. we had two extra filters on board, so we replaced it and started running again. At this point I'm kind of relieved; there's always a couple of things that go wrong on a boat and I was glad to get them out of the way. I was just thinking this when the temperature alarm started shrieking. Sigh. I figured it was something plugging the raw water intake under the boat and all you have to do is turn off the valve, remove the hose, open the valve and poke a stick or something through to dislodge whatever is clogging the hole. Not the case. The hole wasn't clogged. The only other cause for the overheating would be a bad impeller. That was the case. So we pulled the cover, pulled the impeller and it looked fine. Not a problem; this means the key that holds the impeller to the shaft has sheared. We looked and looked, but there wasn't a key on that boat. We tried to make one out of several different materials, but none would hold. On to plan L. I was guessing we were dead in the water, but the captain had other ideas. As I was preparing lunch he bypassed the raw water impeller entirely, put a 2800 gallon per hour lift pump in line on the hose and jammed it straight into the motor. It actually worked. I was elated. I figured since we were limping along with an improvised and compromised cooling system that the capt. would just count our losses and head back to the dock. Not the case. He wanted to keep fishing. So we did. More small trash fish that bring about $1.50/ lb. Those small buggers really tear up your hands. Ouch. We hit probably 5 or six wrecks and made a fairly decent haul before the racor filter got too full again. Not good. Usually It takes 3 or 4 days before it fills up that full. It's just habit to bleed off the water at the bottom of the filter once a day. 'Tis not good at all. I install our LAST racor filter, prime it up and we go. 10 minutes later it happened again. We're out of racor filters and I think we're really dead in the water this time. Close to 50 miles out. That's not far by commercial fishing standards, but too far for me to swim. We sit and read, eat, I have a couple of beers and then the captain tries it again. The motor started for just a second, where it wouldn't do that a while ago. This gave me my one good idea of the trip. On the premise that the fuel tanks are full of water (which they are) I suggest that we pump all of the fuel from the starboard tank over into the port tank. We dry and blow out the fouled racor filter the best we can and leave it to dry overnight wrapped in newspaper, and we'll let the tank settle out overnight. I guess I didn't mention the fact that we were in five and six foot seas for the past four days and that's why the water got in the tanks. Part of the reason it's not a foul weather boat. Thursday morning we wake up and the motor started. The capt. wanted to keep fishing!!! I said "You must WANT me to try and mutiny!" I told the captain that I was going home. When he asked how I was going to do that, I informed him that he was taking me. He got the idea. That was a good thing, as we rode all the way north to the cut between St. George Island and Little St. George, and died right in the middle of the channel. None of our fleet was coming in 'till friday, so we were resigned to drop anchor in the middle of Sike's cut. Not a particularly good place to camp out, but we were within sight of people, buildings, land and trees. Besides, If we were blocking the main entrance to Apalachicola bay, no one could slip by us and say they didn't see us. (dang, that captain's smart!) So, we spent the night camped out in the middle of the cut (I don't think very many people have done that lately) and woke up refreshed and out of beer. Next morning, the first boat we saw were good friends that towed us back to the dock. We unloaded our fish, pumped the fouled fuel out, refilled the tanks with fresh and now here I am, telling all you young men to GO TO COLLEGE!!!
The capt. said we didn't need fuel; he topped off the tanks when we came back in the last time. I should probably as a preface say that this boat is not a foul weather boat. She has low freeboard (distance from the water to the rail) and a wet exhaust (the exhaust pipe is at water level). This is a particularly fast boat as far as offshore commercial grouper boats go; she'll do 20mph+ and cruises comfortably at 18, burning a minimal amount of fuel as 18mph only requires 2000 rpm's. So with this cauldron of energy between us and the water we made it to the bait hole in a remarkable 2 and a half hours. That's normally a 6 hour ride or so. We fished for bait 'till dark and went hunting for grouper. The first wreck we hit was a decent rally of nice sized grouper. We had 10 on deck for me to process on the way to the next bottom feature. On the next stop we caught nothing. On the next stop we caught nothing. (I would continue like this, but y'all probably get the idea) Finally about 10 pm the captain cooked supper and we quit fishing. The next morning was a series of stops similar to the night before. Skipper decided we should head in shore and fish shallow (30 fathoms) , as the other boats in the fleet had already pounded what we were trying to fish. We did go in and began to catch white snapper, scamp, trigger fish and beeliners. Not real high dollar fish, but quantity will pay, too. Now the fun starts.
Wednesday morning we woke up and the bilge was full of water. Guess who had to climb down into the bilge and replace the bilge pump while wading in two feet of oily, diesel fuely fish gutty water? I'll give you two guesses (and it wasn't the captain). NICE. So I got the bilge pumped out (don't worry all you greenpeace people; The oil and fuel float on top of water and the float switch shuts down before the oil gets to the pump) and we're running along to the first hole of the day. The motor quit. Just like that. The captain said "Wow, usually they'll sputter first!" I was thrilled. Turned out not to be such a bad thing after all; the water level in the racor filter (filters water out of the fuel) was up and when the filter gets clogged the motor stops. we had two extra filters on board, so we replaced it and started running again. At this point I'm kind of relieved; there's always a couple of things that go wrong on a boat and I was glad to get them out of the way. I was just thinking this when the temperature alarm started shrieking. Sigh. I figured it was something plugging the raw water intake under the boat and all you have to do is turn off the valve, remove the hose, open the valve and poke a stick or something through to dislodge whatever is clogging the hole. Not the case. The hole wasn't clogged. The only other cause for the overheating would be a bad impeller. That was the case. So we pulled the cover, pulled the impeller and it looked fine. Not a problem; this means the key that holds the impeller to the shaft has sheared. We looked and looked, but there wasn't a key on that boat. We tried to make one out of several different materials, but none would hold. On to plan L. I was guessing we were dead in the water, but the captain had other ideas. As I was preparing lunch he bypassed the raw water impeller entirely, put a 2800 gallon per hour lift pump in line on the hose and jammed it straight into the motor. It actually worked. I was elated. I figured since we were limping along with an improvised and compromised cooling system that the capt. would just count our losses and head back to the dock. Not the case. He wanted to keep fishing. So we did. More small trash fish that bring about $1.50/ lb. Those small buggers really tear up your hands. Ouch. We hit probably 5 or six wrecks and made a fairly decent haul before the racor filter got too full again. Not good. Usually It takes 3 or 4 days before it fills up that full. It's just habit to bleed off the water at the bottom of the filter once a day. 'Tis not good at all. I install our LAST racor filter, prime it up and we go. 10 minutes later it happened again. We're out of racor filters and I think we're really dead in the water this time. Close to 50 miles out. That's not far by commercial fishing standards, but too far for me to swim. We sit and read, eat, I have a couple of beers and then the captain tries it again. The motor started for just a second, where it wouldn't do that a while ago. This gave me my one good idea of the trip. On the premise that the fuel tanks are full of water (which they are) I suggest that we pump all of the fuel from the starboard tank over into the port tank. We dry and blow out the fouled racor filter the best we can and leave it to dry overnight wrapped in newspaper, and we'll let the tank settle out overnight. I guess I didn't mention the fact that we were in five and six foot seas for the past four days and that's why the water got in the tanks. Part of the reason it's not a foul weather boat. Thursday morning we wake up and the motor started. The capt. wanted to keep fishing!!! I said "You must WANT me to try and mutiny!" I told the captain that I was going home. When he asked how I was going to do that, I informed him that he was taking me. He got the idea. That was a good thing, as we rode all the way north to the cut between St. George Island and Little St. George, and died right in the middle of the channel. None of our fleet was coming in 'till friday, so we were resigned to drop anchor in the middle of Sike's cut. Not a particularly good place to camp out, but we were within sight of people, buildings, land and trees. Besides, If we were blocking the main entrance to Apalachicola bay, no one could slip by us and say they didn't see us. (dang, that captain's smart!) So, we spent the night camped out in the middle of the cut (I don't think very many people have done that lately) and woke up refreshed and out of beer. Next morning, the first boat we saw were good friends that towed us back to the dock. We unloaded our fish, pumped the fouled fuel out, refilled the tanks with fresh and now here I am, telling all you young men to GO TO COLLEGE!!!
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Sunsets like summer
Wow, this unusually warm weather is facillitating some beautiful sunsets. We normally only see this in the summer.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Night Fishing
Night fishing is the way to go lately... the grouper are really chewing after dark. We get very little sleep (2 to 4 hours) and just keep on fishing. This is a 36 pound gag grouper that brought somewhere in the neighborhood of $100. Ka-ching!
Monday, January 02, 2006
foggy new year
Well, this has been interesting weather; It's 70 degrees and we have a pea-soup fog. Grouper season opened yesterday, and the breezy, foggy conditions have prevented us from leaving the dock. The guys that got out will make the big bucks and after about 4 or 5 boats unload the price will plummet from $3.50 to about $2.75. We missed it. Oh, well.
The holidays were relatively uneventful this year. For Christmas I feasted with friends on a big deer ham. The new year came in quietly for me. Friends wanted to go to the big bars on the Island, but I couldn't think of a worse Idea. The Franklin county cops LOVE new year's eve. Instead I spent a quiet evening over at my friend Sandra's house and we watched the new year roll in with a really heavy fog. The temperature at midnight was around 72 degrees. Very strange for January 1.
Hope everyone had the best holiday season ever!!
Ciao!
The holidays were relatively uneventful this year. For Christmas I feasted with friends on a big deer ham. The new year came in quietly for me. Friends wanted to go to the big bars on the Island, but I couldn't think of a worse Idea. The Franklin county cops LOVE new year's eve. Instead I spent a quiet evening over at my friend Sandra's house and we watched the new year roll in with a really heavy fog. The temperature at midnight was around 72 degrees. Very strange for January 1.
Hope everyone had the best holiday season ever!!
Ciao!
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