… or we shall be forced to put up a bigger sign?
October 2015
Teardrop update
So it came to pass that Tanya and I decided to go to the Kruger National Park. Over December, which is not the best of ideas, but that’s how it worked out. It might turn out to be somewhat hot.
Accommodation up there is rather expensive, with camping being by far the cheapest option. And since we have a teardrop, we are set.
Except that the teardrop needs a bit of work.
The lexan expands a lot more than wood, so when it gets hot the entire roof pulls up. This breaks the seal, of course, and when it rains I get wet. I don’t like getting wet.
Also, I never completed the galley and inside cupboards*.
I decided to shorten the see-through part of the roof, taking it from the front to the top, not over towards the back. I’ll have to drill bigger holes through the lexan to allow it to float, and use weatherstripping rather than trying to glue it down.
Here I am using my l33t template skilz so that I can cut two pieces of ply to the right shape.
Puzzling about the layout. No, three drawers won’t fit.
(And a lot of cutting and screwing later) — Looking good.
Update 2015-12-05
So I’ve been procrastinating with the second door. It’s a major PITA. But it had to be done so…
As with the first door, I first bolted the hinges to the panel and then cut the door out. I tried to transfer the dimensions from the other side as accurately as possible.
Trimmed the hole with the same aliminium T section, and then ran into a problem. Because when I went to buy more aliminium, they were no longer there. And I couldn’t find the same thing anywhere else. Found something similar at the fourth place I looked, it just had to do.
So the trim on the second door is kind of iffy.
Let’s go.
** The Atma Travelear is somewhat above my competence level.
Perhaps she even wiggled her toes
Lindgren liked to sit on the small second-floor balcony with a view of the sea. There is a bench in a corner of the balcony. Karin Nyman, Lindgren’s daughter, who is now over 80 and closely resembles her mother, says: “Take a look under the bench.”
It’s easier said than done. Dates, a few words and many stenographic symbols are written in pencil on the underside of the bench: “July 3, 1963. Summer. Radiant. Like in the good old days. The early summer was magical. I was here all of June and wrote “Michel from Lönneberga.” The book is now finished. We bought a sailboat, the ‘Saltkrokan.'” Lindgren must have laid flat on her back to write these words, with her feet sticking out from underneath the bench. Perhaps she even wiggled her toes, just like Pippi.
