In celebration of the upcoming holiday, we painted the boat snow white first thing in the morning.
Lest it dry undisturbed, we spent the next six hours making sawdust—much to the chagrin of the table saw, who thought sawing a half mile of three-inch-thick oak a bit of an overload. But we persevered and made a healthy pile of bottom skid stock...
... which we planed smooth...
... and routed the edges...
... and oiled and stood by the woodstove to dry for the night. Josh closed out the day with a second coat of enamel on the Moe.
I fired up the Betty Boop shrine for Christmas Eve...
... grateful that we survived yet another apocalypse, and hoping sweet baby Santa sees his shadow in the morning and leaves us lots of eggs.
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