Fiberglass Repair

We have some fiberglass deck boats that need repair, and so does the Hoboken boathouse.

They came over and showed us what to do, and we had a joint boat repair session.

It was interesting and I learned a lot, but I think maybe all I want to know.

The gel coat that goes over the fiberglass is SO toxic.

I think you need a respirator to be working with it, and I find the fumes too overwhelming.

So, I'm glad I learned a bit, but I think it's enough for now.

Disproportionate Resentment

Today I went into the office, and since Kedrin and I are work neighbors, we met to scope out Battery Park and see how bad it is.

Because I want to paint the labyrinth there.

It's bad.

Still.

Battery Park used to be one of the coolest parks in NYC, and now it is all trash construction.

It's awful. The labyrinth I have been wanting to paint since 2024 is still all blocked off.

What an embarrassment.

I'm not sure what's worse: Penn Station or Battery Park, and that's really saying something.

After declaring Battery Park a disaster, Kedrin and I headed up to Trinity Church to see the flowers in the graveyard.

Now all the tourists want to congregate around Alexander Hamilton's grave.

(No one cared about it before the musical came out.)

We met Jack the Historian, and that was a fun encounter.

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From what I can tell from poking around the internets, it looks like I am stuck with this burden of Grand Jury. They are not going to care about the life derailment it will cause.

I'm going to prepare and bring a list of my dates and conflicts, which are significant.

My calendar often books 6-8 weeks in advance.

I have a deep simmering resentment about it, I know it's disproportionate to the circumstance but there it is.

Spring Tree

The weather is finally good enough to paint after work.

Here is a painting from Roosevelt Island.,

Kedrin and Zoe joined me to sketch.

8x10 oil

I used those nice Tusc & Pine convenience mixes.

Zoe left early.

Kedrin and I took the tram to Manhattan.

I can take the train home right from Roosevelt Island, but it was better for Kedrin to go to Brooklyn from 59th st.  It was nice out and I haven't been on the tram for a long time so we had a nice time. It was crowded.

Also apparently no one can take the damn tram (or do anything) without making a video of the whole thing. 

Except me and Kedrin.

It was kind of annoying. 

Oil Paint, Fire Sorcery, and Mansion-Cabins

A few boathouse friends and I went camping.

Err, cabining.

We rented a cabin. It's one of those bunkhouse deals where different groups of people might all be staying together. But no one else was there except us, so we had a 7-bedroom 3-bathroom mansion all to ourselves!

I still slept outside.

It was a gear test, and very successful.

It rained the first night and I was warm and dry in my hammock.  Sleeping outside in the rain was very peaceful and cleansing. The second night was much colder, and was at the bottom of my comfortable temp range for my gear but it was still ok. As I suspected, I was fine in anything above freezing.  Temp Sunday morning was 35 when I woke up. I didn't put up my rain tarp, but the wind sleeve worked just fine and that is a good thing to know.

I love my hammock!

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I painted 2 paintings, both are 6x8 oil

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Aimee and I turned into fire sorceresses.

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We ate so much good food. In true boathouse style, we take our food seriously.

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We went for a wonderful hike.

Bear poop.

Don't piss off Anthia!

I climbed the fire watch tower.

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My pack weighed 38.6 lbs.

If not for the hammock and oil paint, I could have fit everything into a regular backpack!