The most important sentence in a yacht owner’s repertoire is:
I don’t care what it costs.
If it hurts when you say say that about your current yacht, get a smaller yacht.
Mine fits in my bathtub now.
Although today I did throw out the glossy brochure I picked up at a local day-boat rental place. Your basic 20-28’ outboard runabouts, center console fishers, or pontoons. $600 to $900 for a long-ish day. The scary thing is that for as often as most boat owners use their similar boats, they’d be money ahead to rent at that rate over owning, storing, fueling, insuring, and repairing.
Bumba never try to reuse outdoor fasteners. It just isn’t worth it. Although I expect you knew that and yet your hope springs eternal. A lot of my DIY projects have certainly crashed on the rocks of hope over experience.
And yes, true Phillips are the worst for that application.
As to me:
After shevelment & breakfast Her Ladyship announced she was off to do erranding and will return TBD. OK. So after some productive administrivia here I launched off for Kohl’s and mini groc and perhaps some lunch.
Kohl’s was a bust. Of course they did not actually have on their picked-over shelves anything close to what the website said they had. I am just about done with B&M mass market retail. But it was a fun excuse to get out and about in the interlude after the morning rain had cleared out and before the late afternoon gloom had returned. Reminds me of growing up in SoCal but sooo much warmer.
Hit Publix for mini groc, then tried to visit a local Indian storefront eatery for simple spicy lunch. Closed Monday. Oops. So I went to the ancient fried chicken hole-in-the-wall across the street which was open Mondays and was delicious. The three ginormous black folks cookin’ are quite the floor show. All the best eatin’ comes from large black folks having fun together.
Unlike last time I’m not going to ignore my blood glucose test alarm when it goes off. I’d like to know how often I can enjoy this tasty by dietarily suspect treat. Now home, groc put away, and no sign of Her Ladyship. Slothage resumes.
Tomorrow is Daughter’s birthday. So Her Ladyship will leave home “early” in the morning (crack of 10) to have a day of Mother / Daughter togetherness. I shall join them in the early evening at Daughter’s for some kind of Door Dash dinner, then we’ll depart shortly after the seething Horde’s bedtime. The bulk of my day should be solo and include some fine beaching and lunching; we’re finally ending the week of wetness.