After spending the summer helping one kid move, working as much as possible, vacation, family reunion in Texas (went to the museum where Kennedy was assassinated while we were there; not what you'd call a fun tour but I recommend it), visiting various doctors and undergoing numerous tests, my wife's uncle by marriage dying this morning, and more, I
finally had a day where it wasn't a million degrees outside and/or raining, and the honey-do list was short. Not really sure you'd call it progress, but I made foam dust, and that's more than I've done in months.
Tomorrow, I have to do what all us middle-aged kids do, or should do. Cancer runs deep in my family, and my last test was not good, so I have to drink
all this 
by tomorrow morning! I decided to go out and feed the mosquitos today and play with the camper. My wife called it "nesting" when she cleaned the house surgically clean before giving birth. I mowed, trimmed, and weeded the back yard, so I called it "wildernesting"; she did not see the humor in it.
Anyhow, while she was at work I made progress. I pulled the tarp off this
. Then I hosed it off and was relieved it looked pretty much like when I left it. That's not mold, it's just dirt.I pulled the walls out of the storage shed, clamped them together, and sanded them to make them the same shape.
I also cut the door for the side that didn't have a door frame already. Next, I sanded the foam walls somewhat flat (ever notice the pink stuff is not a uniform thickness?) and slathered a liberal amount of TBII on the foam. I clamped some luaun to the foam,
put every heavy object I could find on it, and waited.
Once it was dry, I sawed and sanded and stained the galley.
The color is Sedona Red Minwax. I'm not 100% in love with the color, but it was free.
It should look OK with the honey-colored spars and whatnot. Not too sure how it will work with the wheelhouses, but we'll see. Anyhow, that's where she sits at the moment. I just flat ran out of energy before I ran out of fun!
By the way, I decided I don't like the name Draggin' Pete. My wife and I loved the movie
Pete's Dragon as kids, but I don't want a camper name that I have to explain all the time. I figure I'll spend enough time showing it to people as it is when I get it finished, so every bit of breath I save will go toward that.
The doc asked me if I had been on a liquid diet for the past week like he instructed. I told him yes, I had a quart of whisky and a pint of sawmill gravy a day. 
He has no sense of humor.
