On a riany morning I set out to kill another day in Paradise. It seems like I end up working them to death sometimes. =) I had a great $2 breakfast at the Mission and on the way out I noticed their chopping blocks. Gotta cut up a lot of steaks to wear a hole like that in a 2 inch plank.
Last week when I had Javier remove the auxilary hose and mouthpiece from my regulator he mentioned that Scubapro made a secondary mouthpiece that is incorporated into the inflation valve for the buoyancy compensator vest. He had an older used one he showed me that needed an obsolete and discontinued part. He suggested trying eBay if I was interested, and I did. I found one that was missing a plastic cover for it's exhaust valve and darned if Javier didn't have one in stock so a few days later I bid on the outfit. . . . and won,
With the rest of the day before me I rode back out to Javiers place to buy that little cover. On the way I passed this local sailboat and had to take a few pix. What lovley lines. I think it's a fishing boat and the first one I've seen that's not outboard powered.
For some reason the cement roof on the top floor here at Blanquita's leaks in places and the rebar starts to rust and swell. The swollen rusty rebar next door has cracked the textured stucco ceiling and caused more leaks as well as some blistering and flaking. The cure is for a cheerful determined workman to come in and spend three days with a hammer and chisel removing the stucco layer. Man, working over your head like that, all day, has got to be agony. Today he just finished the chiseling, cleaned up the rusty rebar and painted it. Next comes sifting sand through nylon window screen for the plaster that is to be slung up on to the bare ceiling for a textured look. These people sure know some shit about hard work!
Here it is a couple days later.
Apparently it's still a little gray in Minneapolis this week. Here's a parting glimps of the sun for those hungering for it.
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