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A tricked up Sunliner

Am I jealous? I just found this on ebay.

Someone else's tricked up Sunliner

It’s $3500, totally tricked up and very cute. But it’s BROWN (which is not a great choice, considering it’s kind of poo-shaped) and the inside isn’t very funky – they haven’t stuck with the kooky vintage theme. I immediately went to the vintage caravan forums to see if it had been posted there – yep, straight on to it. Somebody there stated that you couldn’t fix up a ‘roughie’ [read: old and dilapidated i.e. mine] for less than $3500… Now that’s given me something to strive towards!

Can’t blog, am a labourer…

A caravan labourer. I have sanded one side. I am about to sand the other side. The horrors of sanding fibreglass are multiple. The oversized catsuit, the earmuffs, the mask, the sander that was designed by Satan… Anyway, I have all but three windows out, all the cupboard doors and drawers, and most of the electrical fittings. Need to get it fully sanded today so we can try and stuff the whole thing under the carport, because there is apparently going to be rain tonight.

The Lost Weekend

I lost the weekend to my caravan endeavours. And you can barely tell from the photographs (that are still on my camera) that any progress was made. So take my word for it, it’s getting there. M devoted a day of boat time to it yesterday, and has the sunburn to prove it. He sat on top of the carport and sanded the caravan roof (in a proper suit) and then coated the whole top of the caravan with resin to protect it from the rain. Yah!! I won’t go into more boring detail as I am organising a caravan page as my online outlet.

But! While typing of restoration, I just discovered that my good friend Dylan has got himself a restoration DatModBlog for his Datsun 1600. Really have to pull my finger out and get my caravan one sorted.

Hmm. In other news, I have another food to add to my cat’s galaxy of nutrition. He is very annoying and comes and whimpers at my feet whenever I’m chopping something in the kitchen. The other night I was chopping capsicum, and threw some at him in a fury. He ate it. Why am I not surprised? This is the cat that used to kidnap corn cobs from our neighbours barbeques…

P.S I really hate apostrophes. It’s because I don’t fully understand them, unless they are replacing a word. [Sigh]

Sandy, can’t you see? I’m in misery…*

I was in the shower this morning when M came in, and said with an air of finality, “I’m not lending you my sander anymore.”

I yelped. On Friday, when I’d been sanding the caravan, I had no problem with the disc of sandpaper that was already attached to the sander, but when that got encrusted with caravan crud, I changed the sandpaper. But… the disc wouldn’t stick to the pad, and kept flying off relentlessly. I tried another disc of sandpaper. Same deal.

Now, I was very careful about all this, as last time I borrowed the sander the sandpaper flew off and I spent some minutes sanding the caravan with just the pad of the sander, thus managing to destroy any sandpaper clinging facility that it possessed. Because this is what had happened last time, and because I had to make a confession to M what I had done, this time I was more than careful. I did not once put the pad of the sander anywhere near anything but the back of the sandpaper.

Did this help when I explained it all? Not one bit. Even when, lathered in soap and shouting at the level of about 40 grit designed for rapid removal of material, M was unmoved. My shower shouting became irrational, and began sounding like,

“Stupid De Walt [lather, lather] I thought it was good, I thought it was my friend [lather, rinse] will never [scrub hair] bother with any high class tools [fumble for conditioner] ever again. Need stupid cheap sander [wait one minute for conditioner to condition as Melbourne’s water level sinks lower] – need own sand [rinse] although that will probably hate me too…”

And now I have a headache, and have had to telephone M to say sorry for being shouty. Gah.

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* – title demonstrates ongoing relevance of Grease the musical to contemporary life.

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