Listening to "The Commander Thinks Aloud" by The Long Winters
I was sitting at the airport the other day waiting for my flight to be called when I heard a final boarding call for Springfield. Suddenly, I had the most incredible urge to grab a group of friends, dress up like the Simpsons, and show up at that gate. I imagine they must get that a lot…
|Yes, that is a cemetery behind the ghost.|
Last night was Halloween and I suppose I have the Simpsons on the brain because I downloaded their Halloween special and watched "Treehouse of Horror" which is about as scary as I can tolerate. Oh, that and Sleepy Hollow. I mean, what is this time of year without a Tim Burton film, right? Anyway, I am a total wimp when it comes to scary things in general. Guess who was sooooo scared by 'House on Haunted Hill' (not even the original, but the remake) that she spent the entire time peeking through her fingers and desperately trying not to hear what was going on in various scenes. I'll give you a hint. It was NOT my friend's ten year old daughter who didn't realize there would be two shows that evening. The "lame" movie (her words, not mine. I favoured terrifying) and her mother's wimpy friend. I blame this on an extremely active imagination coupled with a prolific story teller for a mother. While other children were getting Sesame Street and Fat Albert, I was regaled with wild tales of Ali Baba, The Brother's Grimm, and the various haunted houses my mother was forced to live in as a child. Punctuate this with frequent family picnics at the cemetery (a long story) and perhaps you can empathize.
I spent the rest of the evening hanging out with friends in town while they gave out infinitely more treats than tricks and admired the various costumes. Riding my bike home with a pocketful of candy for Drake I gave the little cemetery a piercing glance as I passed, everything appeared to be in order, and arrived at Paragon to find the best treat ever. Drake informed me that after four long months we are *drum roll please* GOING BACK IN THE WATER!
Yes, my friends, we are finally getting Paragon back into the water. Now comes the interesting part. We will be put in the travel lift tomorrow later in the afternoon, but instead of being lowered right into the water we are going to stay in the lift over the weekend. Why, you might ask?
|These areas concealed by the wood will be painted this weekend.|
Paragon has many jack stands supporting the hull on both sides, but on the bottom she is resting on wooden logs in two different places. We were able to paint the hull and switch out jack stands to paint the areas that were covered by the old stands, but we haven't been able to scrape and paint those areas concealed by the wood. This way, while hanging in the travel lift over the weekend, we will be able to scrape those areas and put three coats of bottom paint on those last sections of the keel.
So, when people ask what I plan to do this weekend, I can honestly say:
"Oh, ya know. Just hangin'..."