Chapter 7: In Which Old Man Winter Halts All Progress (Almost)
Sunday, April 3rd, 2005In the winter months, it is too dreadfully cold, and just too dark, to work on the cold metal of the boat. Along with that, the cold zaps the materials, hardware and tools: adhesives freeze, electronics don’t work, and materials become brittle. I did grab an old antique Kenmore space heater out of our back alley, but the amount of heat generated couldn’t compete with blast of winter.
I worked a bit in the basement of the house, and was able to recover the flooring of the front sleeping cabin, and build in a storage bay and hatch.
I used auto upholstery and put two inch foam batten underneath for padding. I cleaned and refinished the table as well, which was covered with a vinyl of some sort; under was the cool old formica top — very nice!
I also made six cushions for the interior seats. I had no real sewing experience, so it was a bit of a trick, but they turned out alright. They aren’t perfect (or professional) but they all are solidly constructed sewed together and they actually fit, so I’m satisfied.
This early spring, when it was still cool but the worst was over, I began stripping and sanding down a nice wooden ladder I had pulled out of the garbage the previous spring. Every year Bloomington, MN has their curbside clean-up time, in which residents get rid of their big, non-garbage can items. This is a time of the year I loveingly refer to as “dumpster days” and it is an annual event of perusing people’s garbage. Yes, it is a bit weird, but I am not alone in this endeavor, in fact there is quite the competition to get to the good items first. There is a whole subculture surrounding dumpster days, in which intricate timing, unique social rules and salvaging skills (knowing which piles to automatically skip over, and which are likely to contain hidden gems) all come in to play. In a truly wasteful display, people throw away perfectly good items; I’ve grabbed bikes, lawnmowers, vacuum cleaners, beautiful cross country skis, tools and construction materials.
I also purchased some salvaged maple wood flooring from the Reuse It Center. It looked like it came from a gym floor as it had red, blue and black lines of a basketball court. Along with the lines, it had, of course, a nice solid finish on it. I first tried to use my neighbor Wayne’s random-orbital sander — the same I used for the ladder. While it worked, the finish was too thick, and it took about a half an hour to do 3 feet of one plank. At that rate, it would have taken about 80 hours.
It took me longer to drive down to Shakopee to pick up a surface planer from a rental store than to do the actual planing. It went super slick, and took about a half an hour to plow through the whole bunch. The worst part was the banshee scream of the machine . . . it’s lucky my hearing is gone so I can’t hear my neighbors cursing me. But I’ve got nice, smooth, ready to be sealed maple wood flooring.









