This is my daughter Carol's birthday. How time does fly! She was a baby just yesterday.
Windy, cloudy, and cool today, but warm enough to varnish. Roy removed the rest of the old varnish from the top of the port rub-rail, and I sanded it again and varnished it, while Roy continued sanding the bottom and the rudder. By the end of the day, he looked as if he'd fallen into a pile of coal dust, but a shower took most of it off. However, his hands might never be clean again.
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