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            Fiddley Bits
            I have always thought that boat designers  are at just about the top of the food chain.  I’m just amazed that anybody  can visualize a curved, tapered, bent, and shaped piece of wood, maybe the size  of a car hood or something like that, and then represent it with a  drawing.  That in and of itself is pretty remarkable.  But, these  guys and gals manage to visualize and draw whole collections of these sorts of  pieces; and then they magically clump together and become a boat. Sure. Somebody has to do the cutting and shaping and bending and the like, too.   But, between ‘em that pretty much sums up the top of the food chain, for this  kid. 
            
Me?  Can’t draw.  And, I can’t  seem to follow directions either.  Just ask SWMBO, she’ll probably have  more to say on that than I’m prepared to admit to. Anyhow. I’ve  been attempting to both do the designing and the building on a home brew  sort-of-tugboat, sort-of-traditional work boat, sort of.  Call it a  mongrel, maybe.  But, for me, anyway; the various pieces spring directly  from imagination to in-place without a whole lot of formality.  And, when  I’m putting up fence posts or cutting fire wood that’s more or less OK.   In the case of this particular boat project, things got a bit fiddley today.   Oh, to have a Real Designer, and a Real Boatbuilder in the shop would have  saved me a lot of trouble.  Heck.  I would have plied them with  coffee, and sea stories.  But, boatbuilders and boat designers are in the  hen’s teeth category around where I live these days.  So, I’ve been on my  own.  The dog won’t even come out to the shop on days like today. 
            I think this was day 8 or maybe even 9 on  this project.  And, remarkably, what is propped up on the building cart is  starting to look a whole lot like what I visualized a week or so, ago.  It  sort of makes me giggle when I think about how I had fretted and stewed about  getting a 3-panel windshield support structure, a trunk cabin’s sides and decks  to the proper camber and slope, and even getting a strengthening series of gussets  into the coach roof/support beam interface.  Just about everything just  sort of went together. 
            The cabin sides slope in at a pretty  constant 3 degrees.  This was arrived at with the standard compromise  method used in flea market bargaining.  I was going to use 5 degrees, as  that number was pretty easy to remember.  But, when I laid it out with  scrap lumber on the floor, the cabin seemed to get pretty narrow pretty  fast.  Now, about half of that would seem about right.  But, if you are  going to try to cut a whole schlock of corners and ends and other joints with a  half-degree accuracy, you’d probably go use somebody else’s tools - besides mine,  that is.  Know what I mean?  So, with a great deal of deliberation, I  used 3 degrees as a sort of standard.  Of course, with a twisted,  sagged, and otherwise deformed 45-year old hull, it’s an even question where to  put the protractor.  I decided to use the floor as “level.”  I think  it used to slope down toward the stern.  With all this weight I’ve added  all over the place, it’s now anybody’s guess which way the floor is going to  slope.  And, what’s more, it doesn’t even seem to be in the same plane  over much of the run either fore and aft or athwart ships.  But, since I  “scientifically” stood on that floor and propped a mocked up roof up high  enough until I could walk under it without removing my ball cap; the floor  became DATUM.  
I could brag and carry on about how I  carefully fitted everything in today.  But, truth be told, most of the  fitting was done free hand on the band saw, and finished off with a 30 grit  disc in my angle grinder.  I can think in isometric projection, even if I  can’t draw it. 
            Here’s what she looks like tonight.  A  couple of these panels are only propped up for the camera and will most likely  not even be what goes on tomorrow.  The below the waist line area is just  a membrane and gluing surface that will get hand-cut and shaped cedar  staves.  Maybe day after tomorrow. 
            
            Before the cabin sides went on, I had to  create “falsies” to give the trunk cabin sides a slope and curve that looks  more or less OK.  Yes.  I almost gave in to the temptation to leave  the trunk with flat sides.  Next challenge is to come up with a cambered  top that melds with the sides. 
            
              
                 
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            A way bigger challenge was to settle on  what the windshield should look like.  What resulted was a 3 piece  concoction that slopes back at 6 degrees (from the floor plane), and the  outboard panels slope in parallel to the forward corners of the cabin when you  put your belly button on the foreward-most protuberance of the bow.   See?  I told you I envy people who really know how this stuff is supposed  to be done.  Anyhow, I think the windshield panels that I expect to build  with arched tops and hardwood rail and stile frames will go nicely with this  frame.  It also has to accommodate a forward hatch.  This hatch will  probably resemble a sailboat’s drop board cabin entrance scheme.  Nor  usual for an at-the-bow location.  But, hey.  I can’t quite think of  everything before it’s too late. 
            
              
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            And, then, the night shift went out and  made the last of today’s fiddley bits.  A whole bunch of matching  gussets.  As soon as Sam, the engineering genius, comes home from visiting  his grandkids in Arizona,  I’ll get him out here to help me decide just how thin the transverse beams can  be.  Then, I’ll cut some sort of matching arcs into the bottom  surfaces.  Should make things look a whole lot more nautical.  And,  somebody taller than I am just might want to walk under ‘em.  Movin’  on … Fiddley bit by fiddley bit. 
            
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