So, Monday was a very busy day. I have to go to OIST, en route, I pass what was once a wonderful vegetable garden. https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2018/01/20/torpor/
I so hope that the old lady who tended it is OK.
My former workmates have invited me to the divisional meeting to present me with a souvenir of the good old days.
I then have lunch with Julia who is 9 months pregnant. She is beautiful and I wish I had taken a photo. We have a wonderful time and try not to laugh too hard, so as not to precipitate labour.
However, no more frivolity, as I wait at the boatyard to transfer the boat from one trailer to a higher one. This is quite an operation. My trailer is low, which means that I cannot get at the bottom of the boat and importantly cannot attempt to lower the center plate. The center plate, I fear, is heavily corroded and probably jammed. I need height to persuade it to drop. This is a bit like having a baby.
Tabata san has lent me a higher trailer, not as high as I might have hoped, but sufficient to play with center plate and, with great suppleness, scrape and sand, the bottom of the boat in preparation for painting on anti-fouling.
It is almost a “cruel and unusual” punishment to work under a low boat. Knee pads help a lot, and fit long handles to scrapers, brushes and rollers if possible. A good electrical rotary sander is a fine thing, but overall it’s never going to be fun.
It is misery