It’s now often colder in the house than outside though, despite being early November, not much.  Nonetheless, daylight no longer being “saved”, lunch on the pad [the “industrial luncheonette”] is a good way to warm up a bit.  Sunday there was still no camper shell

[the assurance is it’ll be ready to load up first thing Monday] and, afternoon,

clear as it ever was on the water.

Monday the word was “come over and have a look” at what turned out to be a runny glob of clearcoat that needed to be sanded out and redone so…Tuesday, same time [10:20], same place [Lemon Street] and I left, pleased to note the tirelight had gone off and deciding, since rain was allegedly imminent, to continue over the bridge to Mobile Living in Concord for rubber molding for the rear window…one less other thing to do. Then it was back to scrape and finally mud

the library ceiling plus received a surprise communication from a woman who’d inherited a 16′ diptych of mine from her father – maybe actually 14′ but jeez, didn’t I used to be ambitious?

With the storm threatening but not delivering I rode down along the now murkier waters

at three; by five it was still threatening, still not delivering, barely drizzling; it rained a bit around midnight but was pretty well done by two a.m.  A wet and dark morning ensued for a craziness

of errands; Pedrotti’s to get paint mixed then to Lemon Street where Abel was still not ready [not even open in fact, though within…] so up the slippy freeway to Lowe’s for some angle iron, home to paint the ceiling until he finally called, ready: back to V-town where just as the camper was positioned L. called from Big O with a flat needing a ride.  I went over after securing it

but she’d already walked home…past this excellent Studebaker, perhaps.  In the spirit of Further Distraction I went off looking for gas for less than five bucks a gallon [now why IS that?] and also to connect with Tim the locksmith who with some difficulty cut keys that worked

for the camper.  Following a dampish lunch out we marveled at Cheese Art on our glass after

which I took a misty ride

to the jetty where were seen several [well, two] vintage El Caminii, one shown.

Meanwhile in the Jack Room L. continued on her self-appointed rounds as unpredicted rains

persisted…too damp to barbecue salmon outside we feasted on fajitas from our neighbors at

Elviarita’s. Wednesday morning, clearing, it was again into

the truck and the traffic…

all the way to the outer reaches

of the Outer Sunset, where the dream resides in a Woodshop

and where Danny Hess had made Luz a surfboard to his specs…long in coming. The bonus was

a generous tour of the shop and shaping bays,

a trip home that was less of a mess than the one coming out and

Avocado Toast at the end from the recently rebranded “Bread and Coffee”** across the street.

Sweet…although things continued, densely.  As will be seen…

 

 

*By “finished” I mean the Tundra, with the repainted camper shell finally reinstalled, to be “finished” although since it gets rather worse mileage than the ’02 did it may need to have intake and exhaust upgraded…but later.

**Originally “Farm and Flour”