In this post, I take public delight in my own stupidity. This post is a little gross -- TMI so to speak. Doing dumb things always remind me of my own humanity: Teaches me to keep the edge out of my voice when my daughter does something "stupid."
I finally decided where to mount the anchor
roller, and I hired the guy who fabricated the bowsprit
to return and drill the three holes through the sprit. He drills the holes and based on what I have learned here, I know I have to fill the holes with epoxy
and redrill the holes.
While mixing the epoxy
I get the brilliant idea that I need a turkey
baster-like device to get the epoxy all the way into these 11 inch long horizontal holes. It hits me: The wire hangers that come from the laundry
lady are made with rigid cardboard tubes about the right length. You can see where this is going.
I get the hangar and remove the cardboard tubing and stick the tube and suck up some epoxy. I am very careful to suck a little bit. I put my finger over the mouth hole and insert the tube into the hole and gently blow while pulling back the tube. Voila!! Epoxy in a long horizontal hole!!
I am feeling utterly brilliant and confident. I keep the process up, and work the holes in order.
Well, I lost
my concentration on the last hole --- I dont know where my mind was, but it was not one with the cardboard tube. Next thing I know, my mouth is FILLED with a very WARM and thick viscous material. I will never forget the taste. It started to get to the back of my throat when I snapped to and realized what was going on. I gagged and my mouth exploded as the epoxy erupted straight outward, spraying my beautiful newly varnished sprit with epoxy. The sea below turned rainbow as epoxy chunks and goblets sprinkled onto the waters sank below the surface.
I spat and hacked and scooped seawater into my mouth vainly trying to get the sludge out between my gums and under my tongue. You get the idea.
I cleaned myself as best as I could and I was freaked. I kept expecting the first signs of neurotoxin poisoning to hit. But no shakes or tremors or blurred vision came. I lost
all sensation of taste for about 6 hours. Coffee, soda, water
, juice -- I could feel the difference in fluid, but taste was a loss for a while.
What is so very interesting to me is how easily -- again -- I did something so stupid.