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Oct. 23rd, 2022 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrottieHad an appointment this after with Diablo. Started with a call last week, then texted photos and set an appointment in lieu of an estimate based on photos. Texted this morning to confirm I'd be around all afternoon and was cancelled on in response with "already have an appointment" (yes, you did already have an appointment). Two other places strung me along for years now and another, we're mutually persona non-grata after hauling me out, causing expensive damage, and forgetting that they even promised to do work (but I'm glad they didn't try). So, I guess, the delta is hipster. My projects are usually just weird enough that ultimately, I'm on my own with them. That was the case with MUD coding in the mid 1990s and has been since, except for TBAG and CSC, which I dearly miss. My Cal Sailing projects just involve showing up and giving lessons (without shoes or proper attire) and showing up and making pina coladas.
Still, the bleahs from all of the flaking makes me think of flaking in general, and how it became the norm. I was nervous about that appointment, just like I'm nervous about doctor (and now dentist) appointments, where often nothing I say is heard, even though it didn't seem like that was going to happen and all of the reviews say Diabo is a nice guy who cares about his customers. There's some Lemon Law effect to all of this. If none of the yards in the delta I've tried are trustworthy, then I'm more skeptical of each new yard and make less effort. Flaking in turn breeds more flaking. We rationalize our insincerity on other people's insincerity. Navigating what's real and not has always been the challenge of being a human, but I feel like it has gotten a lot harder. Or maybe I'm behind the generation curve now. Trying to decide how to feel about all of this. Often I'm best off when I realize that I'm on my own, but it always takes me a bit to come to grips with that. Even if I got away with sanding the mahogany myself, there's no way I'm going to get away with the decks. It may be a case of a very ongoing project of grinding out and filling each new crack in the polyester as they appear. Fairing gentle curves seems straightforward and I had some practise there with the hull. I need to learn how to do the radiused corners.
Still, the bleahs from all of the flaking makes me think of flaking in general, and how it became the norm. I was nervous about that appointment, just like I'm nervous about doctor (and now dentist) appointments, where often nothing I say is heard, even though it didn't seem like that was going to happen and all of the reviews say Diabo is a nice guy who cares about his customers. There's some Lemon Law effect to all of this. If none of the yards in the delta I've tried are trustworthy, then I'm more skeptical of each new yard and make less effort. Flaking in turn breeds more flaking. We rationalize our insincerity on other people's insincerity. Navigating what's real and not has always been the challenge of being a human, but I feel like it has gotten a lot harder. Or maybe I'm behind the generation curve now. Trying to decide how to feel about all of this. Often I'm best off when I realize that I'm on my own, but it always takes me a bit to come to grips with that. Even if I got away with sanding the mahogany myself, there's no way I'm going to get away with the decks. It may be a case of a very ongoing project of grinding out and filling each new crack in the polyester as they appear. Fairing gentle curves seems straightforward and I had some practise there with the hull. I need to learn how to do the radiused corners.
