Genocidal logic, some scary shit, and in the “Digital silence” department…
I’ve got to cut a couple of holes in the Islander’s coachroof. The problem, of course, is that cutting a hole or two is a dead certain way to bring on the rain. Same goes for painting the deck or any other job that being exposed to the elements becomes a FUBAR situation.
Fun stuff living on a boat in the tropics.
Anyway, the small hatches that will fill the afore-mentioned holes are a couple of old Goiots that I picked up in a boatyard dumpster. The price, as they say, was right. Sure, they need a bit of work and the gaskets are way past their sell-by-date. That said, they’ll add some needful air circulation as well as light in the salon.
Meanwhile, I’m just waiting for these clouds to disperse and the sun to come out…