When I am at our homeport I always find a way to get dirty. For some reason, the jobs I choose or the ones that choose me are dirty. Take the other day. My son Mark has been making trips back and forth to Florida looking for a house. As I have said on the Shipslog he finally did find one.
(The pictures are Three’s again, I know you would have never guessed!)
He has a unique way of paying for his trips, he picks up the metal along the road and sells it at the scrap yards. he has more than paid for his gas back and forth. So the other day I spied an old cast iron Dutch oven he was about to sell. He said it would bring $2 so I bought it. This pot had been in the earth for at least 40 years.
Out with the wire brush and trusty grinder. I have no sense when I have my mind on a project. 40 years of rust, dirt and dust is flying thru the air and I am oblivious of it. (To my chagrin, I did not notice my hands arms and CLOTHES (believe me Jimmy, girls notice that kind of thing.))
“The air is brown, that dust is everywhere, ARE THOSE YOUR GOOD PANTS?” SHE said!
Hey, I am down to where I can see some metal (I did move to the other side of the storage buildings) but I had to continue, stopping was not an option.
In my whole life I never knew towels and wash cloths wore out, but they do, and I get them for rags, did I say I love rags? Well I never throw a t-shirt away, I cut it up into rags. But the treasure comes is when a towel gets a hole in it and I cannot dry with it anymore, or more times than not I RUIN a white wash cloth.
(Back to the pot)
After finally seeing some metal, and being very wise I put it aside and looked at my clothes…………… Did I do that? My good jeans were DARK BROWN from the direct reception of my grinder. My hands and arms were black-brown. Soooo it is to the hand cleaner, and a good RAG. Then some extra hand cleaner on my pants that I am still wearing, then a smaller rag to scrub my pants, then the hose. NOW In man/boy terms, I am clean.
Now, another RAG a big blue towel to sorta dry my pants which I am still wearing, Then and only then can I go inside and remove my clothes, slip on some shorts and dutifully put my clothes in the washer after a bottle of spray an wash. Then shower using a dark blue wash rag.
Rags have saved my life.
When it comes to clothe, I am a good recycler..
Ahhh, the ‘57 chevy, It was a beautiful car…