Saturday, April 13, 2013

So Where Oh Where Is Zulu?

Gone...long gone like turkey through the corn.  She had been in repair status since she sank and was refloated some 8 years ago.  Yes...sank.  At my dock behind the Swamphouse.  No she did NOT leak fluids...no oil, no fuel as there was none in her.  What caused her to sink was a plethora of olde (circa 1930's) iron fasteners (screws) that over the years rusted away largely hidden from view underneigth many layers of paint.  I had been assured by the previous owner (s) that she had been completely refastened with stainless steel screws and was "sound" of hull.  We bought her in 1989, in the spring right after we bought the Swamphouse.  She was seaworthy as they come (or so we were told) and had a great story to tell of her adventures through the years.  We motored her all over the Delta and SF Bay and joined the Classic Yacht Association so had rights of reciprocity everywhere,  meaning we could stay at the local yacht clubs throughout the Bay Area and the World and gain docking at any time.  In 2001 we bought a small cottage in France and that became our main interest and Zulu was tied up at our dock behind the house covered but unused for up to 6 months a year.  The aforemeterntioned iron screws rusted away, day by day without indicating anything until she sunk the day after we returned from France in the fall of 2005.  MORE TO COME!
HERE'S MORE: 
So my dear neighbors pitched in and soon we were visited by not one but two fully outfitted DIVERS who "dove" ZULU to close whatever was open, various hatches and windows as well as portholes plus insure that the toilet fitting was in the OFF position.  Then we proceeded to pump her and pump and pump with 2 each 20,000 GPH motorized pumps with full sized 6" diameter fire hoses back into the marsh.  What a scene!  It took over 2 hours for her to finally move an inch in the rising position as she was firmly stuck into the fine mud of our docking tie-up.  When she did she came up in a hurry!  Water shedding down both sides of her cabin, looking for all the world like those old pictures of World War 2 submarines emergency surfacing!  Amazing!  Within a week of drying out we got a crew of neighbors together and towed her 25 miles to the dry-dock in Rio Vista.  Within a few days an agreement was reached to "do" ZULU and get her sea worthy again.  This was a rather open ended agreement with no set times or dates but with the proviso that I was willing to put $15,000 in as the maximum dollar amount for any or all needed repairs.  At first I came weekly to see the progress, the new hull boards, the removal of rotted ribs, the removal of buckets of 65 year old #10 and #12 IRON Screws, some rusted till only the head existed as metallic iron, the rest...rust and ferrous sulfide.  I had been told when I bought her that she had been "refastened" with fine STAINLESS STEEL fasteners and there were a few found here and there but most were rusted until failure IRON sad to say.  The yard was doing it's best and was making progress all along but other troubles began to show, more rotted timbers as well as ribs and the tiller post fitting could not be convinced to depart the hull at all.  The wood around the fitting was in serious need of repair too.  Months went by, much work was done as he could get to it and I continued to write 1000 dollar checks.  She was quickly becoming an albatross for him and for us as well.  Lots of work done and little to show in the way of progress AND she was out of the water which is the bane of all wooden boats.

Sunday, April 07, 2013

North Korea...not on my Bucket List.

Boring, boring, boring...North Korean says this, North Korea says that.  Remember North Korea? No?  Well you should...it's been the bane of the UN, South Korea, China and the United States since the 50's.  Remember the Korean War?  Well...it's not over 'til it's over.  They tore up the Armistice papers last week.  The North did.  Oh well.  Like a spoiled 2 year old in a grocery store, whining "I want Pebbles, I want a chocolate bar, can I have this car Mommie?"  Over and over again.  Boring, boring, boring.  Meantime it builds and sells weapons of war to our oh so friendly Middle Eastern relatives behind everyone's back.  Yawn...so predictable.  We've TRIED to ignore the poor thing, stopped listening while it wriggled and flailed itself on the floor of world condemnation.  Basically they just kept on and on, whining away into the night of our lost sleep.  Stick a bottle in it's mouth for crissakes!  So we all got up and stuck whatever passes for a bottle into the petulant face of the leader of North Korea until that bottle was empty, then, yes...you guessed it...the crying and whimpering began again a couple of weeks ago and hasn't let up.  Time for corporal punishment?  Maybe...but we want one more incident before we and our South Korean and Japanese buddies bring out the belt.
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I repaired (rebuilt is more like it) the east picket fence yesterday using Simpson Strong tie straps to retain the 2 X4 joists that insert into the 4X4 posts.  4 screws each after pulling them together with ratcheting straps post to post.  Worked like a champ!  Then fabricated a magnetic "latch" for the picket gate too, no more sagging gate and no mechanical catch to misalign either.  2 small but very powerful magnets strapped and cemented to the post and gate does it!  Not bad at all.  Audrey approved!
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Baked two round loaves of "3 cup 9 grain bread".  One for the wonderful neighbors who sweep the catalpa's (our big old tree)   www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQHsAvhwCz8      leaves from the street in front of our house when they do theirs.  Nice simple neighborly barter.
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Ah, it's SUNDAY!  Big Newspaper day!  We take 2 on weekends, The SF Chronicle and the Daily Repulsive...er ah...Republic, our local one.  Takes most of the morning to accomplish the feat.  So many sections, so little interest!  Fillers and paper ads complete the mix...about 1/2 of the load is junk, pure and simple and is largely discarded when it is come upon between sections.  I generally read the Chron first while Kelly gives the DR a go over.  Each of us form a pile for the other to rotate through with suggested readings spoken of and coffee spilled on the most funny or upsetting sections.
Breakfast happens sometime in the middle of the "Sunday Read", omelets, over easy eggs or a hash or waffles, pancakes or a portion of last nights dinner.  Then a mid-morning stretch, a look-see outdoors to observe the cat bowl area for small furry invaders "at the bowl".  Turn on the silly laser machine for Fur-Rr-Eee to jump about and pounce on like the 19 year old Kat she is.  Then back to the paper.  I like the Opinion pages best.

Love to you all!