When Lenin was little
All the birds in the forest were singin’ “Man, this is it!”
But now that he’s older
All the sailors in the heaver are screamin’ “Abandon Ship!”
- the arcade fire

It’s Fiday and if all goes well my postman will be irritating the dog by driving right up to the house to deliver a long white cardboard tube. Cool. In that tube should be #255, a black storm made for me by Don Beale, who is happy to supplement my lack of wood-working skills in exchance for a small amount of currancy. It’s a trade in which the person getting the paddle also get’s the better part of the deal. So I’d better just strap up the kayak now!

In the continuing saga of the White Actua’s refit I spent a good amount of time yesterday slicing and dicing foam for the seat, hip pads & under the deck. Then I put all the rough puzzle peices aside to look at again today. Since I was slicing and dicing with a screaming migrane (better than doing nothing) I’m a bit fearful that I may find a small mini-cell statue of Lenin in the basement instead of knee braces!

Good luck to the guys down at Sea Kayak Georgia who will today be having their second day of BCU 4* training with the plan to assess tomarrow. You know I’m crossing my toes for you!

Couple nice suprises coming along next week. . . stay tuned!

- d