We Have a Half-Hull

Well, actually we have two half-hulls.

The hull, which is built in two halves, has been sprayed with our gel coat.  The color is Sea Shell Green.

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Here the two hull molds are being prepped with mold release.

As we have mentioned before, we would have liked a handsome dark color but we have been through the maintenance issues before with dark gel coat and did not want to do it again.  When we scanned the spectrum of lighter colors, we ultimately settled on this light gray-green that started out as a custom AwlGrip color for Shelter Island Runabouts and has expanded from there.  It’s perhaps not a masculine look for a chunky, business-like tug hull, be we think it will work well for us.  Since we are sticking with the same name we have had for all our boats, ESMERALDE, we are sort of stuck with some kind of green!

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Boat Show Season Has Begun

We’re just wrapping up a fun-filled Newport Boat Show weekend.  We’ve enjoyed this show more than any other in the last, oh, six or seven years.  img_3702The weather was great, we have a new boat on order, a sister-ship to our new boat was at the show, and we were in the mood to play.  Once again, Cleave Horton from Sea Frost stayed with us and got us exhibitor passes so we could roam the show as we wished every day. Continue reading Boat Show Season Has Begun

We Have a (Partial) Deck

Today we received a picture of the deck and superstructure just out of the mold.  Only one pic, not much detail, but it’s something.  We’re not even certain when it came out of the mold, although we assume it was yesterday-ish.  We hope for better images and construction reporting as the project trundles along.

Meanwhile, we are still hammering out a lot of smaller details.  The Newport Boat Show is coming up this weekend and the East Coast Yacht Sales demo boat will be on display at the show.  I suspect we will be spending a lot of time there.

It Has Begun.

The boat is no longer just a glimmer in our eyes.  Construction is under way.

The build was originally supposed to start in late September, but we got the call last week that said “Send money!”  It seems Tomco has moved us up from Hull #14 (which was actually hull #13, but they accommodated our request to name it Hull #14) to Hull #12.  Not sure why this happened, but I’m guessing it’s because we’re a real live buyer, while the original slot for Hull #12 was probably for a dealer who doesn’t yet have a live buyer. Continue reading It Has Begun.

Experimenting Again – With Food

Now that I’m beginning to recover from shoulder replacement surgery, Bruce is down for the count with a stress fracture in his foot, in a metatarsal bone.  It was misdiagnosed for the first three weeks as an infection, then (long story) correctly diagnosed as a stress fracture, after he had been walking on it for those three weeks.  So now he has a long recovery of four to six weeks with NO WEIGHT BEARING (emphasis added by his foot doctor), which will be a real trial.

I am trying to take care of him, but as he is in prison on the sofa in his man-cave with his foot elevated, there’s not much I can do other than cook him a decent meal every now and then.  He’s a carnivore so I should be focusing on meat, but today I was a little selfish and produced a Dill Roasted Plum Tomato Tart with a Pine Nut Crust.  It’s from one of my favorite new books, Amy Chaplin’s At Home in the Whole Food Kitchen – Celebrating the Art of Eating Well Continue reading Experimenting Again – With Food

The Infection That Wasn’t

The story of my “infection”.

Saturday morning three weeks ago I woke up and said to Dorsey, “I think I have broken my toe.”

As per standard “Real Man” operating procedure I ignored it that day. The next day, Sunday, it was red, warm and it hurt a lot so I went to the emergency room. They took X-rays and said, “it isn’t broken, it’s infected.” I was sent home, told to keep the foot elevated and prescribed oral antibiotics. Continue reading The Infection That Wasn’t

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