I made this entertainment center out of some remnants of wood I had laying around the shop. It still needs a drawer pull and a back to hide all the wires.
The dog’s name is Maximus. Big dog. He’s lame in his left rear leg but he gets around well. Pam’s fostering him from the local pound, giving him a break from the place.
She’s been fostering him for what seems like a few months now…
Anyhow, this piece of furniture is constructed of a mish-mash of species, including red oak, padauk, cherry, poplar, maple and a bit of walnut, I think.
I did purchase a sheet of 3/4″ red oak veneered plywood for the lower and upper shelves, along with a 5’x5′ piece of 1/2″ Baltic birch ply. These were the most expensive parts of the project. The second greatest expense was the paralyzing fear of screwing up and wasting material because I couldn’t practice certain cuts I needed to make on scrap.
Mortises, tenons, dadoes, frames and raised panels. Any cuts requiring precise measurements I had to sneak-up on with great care, test-fit and then take apart again to be sent back to the various machines for trimming. “If you’re not practicing on scrap, you’re practicing on your project”.
The boat’s coming along pretty good at the moment. I’ve finally finished the portside chainplates and now the puzzle of reconstruction is mostly figured out.
The vanity top came out pretty okay. I’ll be gluing and screwing it down to the cabinet and bulkhead during my next visit to San Carlos, along with hooking up the plumbing. It’ll be nice to have a working faucet and sink in the head again.
In the meantime I was able to sail a bit during my last visit.
Some of my passengers don’t understand my pride (cheapness) in not having purchased any fuel for the boat since The Crossing.
A 48 gallon tank plus a 6 gallon jerry can of diesel purchased in Santa Rosalia in April of 2019 has carried the boat (albeit slowly) for a fair bit of mileage. Granted, she was wounded terribly during the long interim, making for only the most gentle sails while undergoing repairs, but the motor is really only used to get in and out of the harbor or when we’re becalmed. If I can detect any forward motion through the water, I keep that motor off. And sometimes, that confuses some of my guests.
But the long slog through the repair and the pandemic seem to be coming to a close, or at least a manageable state of equilibrium.
Recent boat maintenance includes five brand-new batteries within the last two months. The previous owners seem to have done a good job in their choice of batteries, as I got about 5 years of excellent service out of the two banks. But it only takes one battery in a bank to start the process of entropy. 430 pounds of old batteries were removed and replaced with the exact same types. The original bank consisted of three 60+ pound AGMs and a secondary bank of two 120+ pound AGMs. The heavy ones created some logistical efforts such as a block and tackle system to get them up and down the companionway. That, and hiring a helper with a strong back.
Of course, boat maintenance is a never-ending process. I hear new sails can make quite a difference.