V-berth rebuild, Part II:
Next up was to pattern the bulkhead that will partition one of the lower storage lockers. It also serves as support for the bunk. I used my newly acquired method of 1/8" slats and hot glue to make the pattern:
Dang, I wish I had learned about this a long time ago! Here's the new piece installed:
I will cut the hatch opening after I get the sides installed and add a shelf to bisect the compartment. Next up I need to pattern the side bulkheads but the port bulkhead will match up to a cabinet aft of the bunk so I needed to rough the cabinet out first. So out with the old crusty pieces:
to test fit fit and to see what I want the new setup to look like. This area from the factory is a big bulky hanging locker that I removed and redesigned a long time ago. I'll probably not change it much from what I built before. About this time the other day things got interesting (and colorful!):
In making the new pieces for the cabinet I checked through my stash of previously cut plywood but, alas, I didn't have anything big enough to cut the new pieces. So, time to break out a full sheet of ply. I was alone at the house, but no problem, I got the full sheet out and maneuvered it to the saw horses. Ok so far. But in my never-ending zeal to keep usable space in the garage, I noticed a few sheets of old crappy plywood leaning up against the wall. These pieces of ply had been used as covers for the bulk shipment of good plywood I got last year and had just been sitting around ever since. They really are junk, not good for anything else so I decided to get rid of them. The first few pieces no problem, but the last one was a full sheet of OSB. Now, I think I have expressed my opinion about the use of OSB on boats before, which is: No, no, no no no NO! Don't do it, maintain at least a 100' zone of terror around your boat and ANY piece of OSB!
Well, now I have another reason to hate OSB - in the course of moving it around I managed to drop the full 4 x 8 sheet (close to or more than 100 pounds) edge on onto my big toe!
Um, ouch.
Ok, let me rephrase and expand on that: it was not a little ouch. It was not a gradual ouch. It was not a - hmm - and then a fade in to the ouch. It was OUCH!
OUCH! OUCH! OWWIE, I want my mommie! Then more adult words came out of my mouth - like being at a Tourettes convention. And the garage door was open. And neighbors were walking down the street. Hoo, boy, take a deep breath (or 20) and try not to puke. It hurt that bad!
Thankfully nothing broken, just a technicolor bruise on a grotesquely swollen toe. I can even walk on it - sort of
I'll end today's update by taking a little survey: anyone want to see a picture of the toe?
Cheers,
Mark