Wild Dingo
12-17-2002, 12:32 PM
I posted this over in Building and Repairs and then figured that maybe instead of hyjackin Georges thread on yellow poplar and its uses in woodenboat building I would make its own little area... so here is whats happenin regardin the wee lassies being builded by meself and hoon number 4 Aaron...
Well mates when the sawdust hit the blower with the builder and we moved out the moulds were stuck up the backyard in the shed for safe keeping and what with everythin thats happened since they remain firmly tucked up in the shed!
So far my every attempt at recovering them has met with a glare from possompoop or Flea or Bethy or one of the mob... a glance of wonderment at my boatfollyaddiction as they call it... and then some new drama unfolding...
I actually got up there to the shed last Friday... no worries fully intending on gettin them out and getting ready to kick it along a pace... unlocked the shed peered in... backed out again and called Aaron and said quite clearly... "so where EXACTLY did you put the canoe moulds son?"... with a grin and a quick chomp of one of the dozen apples he had in his hands he looked over my shoulder {yeah hes growin quick!} and pointing vaguely toward the back left hand corner muttered "somewhere around there dada"...
Without smiling {cause I was starting to get irritated about now cause I SERIOUSLY wanted to start!} I looked at him and said... "yeah so okay brightspark just where EXACTLY are they?... under the boxes maybe?... behind the boxes?... in the boxes?... wedged in the corner?... under the shelves?... hidden amid the lawnmower edger old cupboard old desk {that will get attention maybe one day} just EXACTLY WHERE?" ...Aaron aint dumb he was gettin the hint that I was not so cool as he initially thought so he sorta did a wee sidestep and still with a slight grin said.... "Heck dad I dont know I just put em in there... sheeesh!" and prompty started chompin on his third apple and began to wander off toward the front gate... "Oi Sport!!" I growled with increasing thunder "Get back here sunshine!! YOUR GOIN IN THERE AND GETTIN THE FLAMIN THINGS OUT NOT ME KIDDO!!"... He grinned as he hopped on his bike and zzzip gone!!
Flamin hoons I thought and peered into the vast gloom of the shed with its hidious hidden creatures and thingamabobs of all and sundry things toppled on top of each other... "Strewth!" I muttered as I hitched up me dacks and began movin the stuff that barrackaded the doorway out and onto the lawn...
An hour later Id made some progress and was able to stand about 6ft inside the shed... "whew" I muttered as I sat on an old upturned broken {gonnaftafixatoneday} craypot Id found on one of me wanderins... Possumpoop came out to find me about then and bought with her a nice cuppa and a lamo so I pulled out the lawnmower and sat on it givin her lovely rump the benifit of the cray pot... well one thing led to another and we ended up yarning about this and that... "Well darls" says she "better get this stuff packed away soon"...
"eh?"... I cogitatively mutter as I begin preparin to attack the dark hoards of unknown gathered whateverthehecktheywere that were glaring at me from the gloom again... she looked at me with this weird smirk as she does when I say something she considers to be totally and utterly blond in content then rubs me curls on me noggin and says... "Dont be a galah luv you know we got yer sister an Sam are comin"... nope I didnt know this... I looked at her dumbfounded "But... me canoes possom" I stammered at her receeding form... "Well Im gettin the flamin ruddy things out TODAY buggar sis and Sam that buggar can just get his butt out here and flamin help thats what he can flamin well do!!" I grumble at her now fast disappearing back
I glare at the dark mass of unknownwhatsits sitting like some ogre "Okay you buggars get the hell out here!!" I roar and I into it!! ... I mean there was gear goin out that flamin door faster than Ben Johnson ever ran! old gold pannin dishes an anvil {well that thing got put ever so gently out the door and just around the side... {flamin heavy suckers them anvils!} boxes old tools bits of wood trays of gawdknowswhat cupboards chocker block with whateverthehellwasinem!... cripes mates I tell yer I was a whirrling dirvish sweat flyin so fast I musta lost about 4 kilos during that fiesty time I can tell yer...
And finally... there they were... two sets of moulds standing against the back wall... neat as a row of pearl buttons!... "BABIES!!" I cried and sat next to them and gatherin them to me petted their lovely wooden forms...
"DADDA!!!"... Im just gonna ignore em they'll go away soon enough... "Oi YER MAD DRONGO GERROUDERE!!"... I know that voice no I dont couldnt be them... not now!... "VISITORS DAD!"... Keep yer ruddy visitors I almost yell... "SHANE!!"... Its her royalpossumpoopness herself... yer right thanks sweetheart!... your wrath Im prepared to take this time woman!! {aint it funny how brave we get with our boat babies? }... I sit back hopin they would decide to ignore me...
But me lucks gone and theres someone blockin the sun from the doorway ahhh shite I groan to meself it is them!... "Gidday mate owyergoin? HA! Whachadoinyermaddrongo?"... I just sit there me babies all around and over me lap and look up at me sisters boyfriends grinnin black face...
He goes quiet like then quietly says... "yerallrightmate?" {he talks like that... all at once like real fast... funny bloke}
Well I must admit I sorta lost it about there and yelled something like... "FLAMIN ALRIGHT?????... FLAMIN RUDDYWELLALFLAMINRIGHT???... EH??... Why wouldnt I be alflaminrightyergreatlumberingalah?... ACOURSE IM ALFLAMINRIGHT!!"... I scream as I attempt to get up to turn his lights out for interuptin such a great and pleasurable personal moment of communion between a man an his soon to be boats...
But he sees me intent in me eyes and backs out...
Now about here is when me brain mush kicked back into gear mates... the lock for the shed... was???... yep outflaminside!!... where was Sam?... OUTSIDE!! click... "aaaaaaaaahhhhhhcrap! Open the ruddy door yer flamin drongo!" I yells at him and kick the door... but all I hear is his boomin gales of laughter!
"yer mate no worries... but first I gotta get the barbie on... then the roo needs cuttin up... then I know I gotta put some oil in the car and then mate... well then I'll come back and see howyergoin okay? no worrys then"
And the buggar buggared off!! Just flamin well left me there!!! flamin idiot!
Never mind I thought and went back to my babies... I noticed that one of them Aaron hadnt quite got it down to the line so I fished around and fought through some rubble in the tool box and found the surform and set to... finest kinda hour I have spent in a long time... funny how a mere 1/16th can take a whole hour aint it?!
Anyway an hour later he came back unlocked the door and handed me a nice cold cool drink while he sucked down an ale... "so yer reckon this boat capers a bit of alright then mate?" he says as I put down the surform and set the mould against its sisters... "yer mate mighty fine"... "goodonyersunshine" says he and wanders off back to the barbie and roo stakes that were beginin to get a good sizzle happening...
So that was as far as we got Im afraid... oh!... Aaron lobbed back sometime later but when I caught up with him over the takin off when I wanted his help he grinned through a mouthful of the tenderest barbied roo... "I packed the shed for yer dada no need ta thank me" and gave me the thumbs up and a wink and prompty began gatherin more roo steaks and onions and damper and whatever the heck else was edible and within reach while chewin on a lump of half cooked roo the size of Tasmania... gawd this fella can eat!! sheeesh thank god for roo!!
I raced like a demented bungarra out the back and sure enough the yard was empty... I did the dead man walking thing up to the shed peered through the window and felt the pain of utter defeat... sure as nuts the dopey buggar had packed the shed again... as it was!!!... no sign of the moulds... so I into him "Oi Dopeynuts get yer gonads out here boy!!"... he gallops around mouth chockers with roo juices flowin down his jaw and a great dagwood roo sanga in his mits... "YERDADAWHACHAWAN?" He calls before he turns the corner...
I put me arm around him and quietly ask "you know the canoe moulds son?"... gulp chew chew gulp "Yer"... "where are they?"... chew gulp chew wipe chew gulp "innashed"... "okay so where exactly in the shed?"... chew gulp wipe sanga finished "gawd dada where yer flamin well left em where else?"... as his noggin begins sweepin around and his body begins turning toward the barbie... "Oh right of course son where else" I sob and shake me head as I contemplated exactly what exactly I had done to deserve such a serving as 2002 had dished up... "yer right there dada?" he askes and puts his arm around me shoulder...
Well I look at my boy and smile... "yer mate shes right lets go feed up!"... "FLAMINBEAWDY!!" He yells and... dust... gone... I hear him chompin and chewin at the barbie as I saunter back around to the barbie where everyone else was havin a mighty old time and muttered to meself... "another day Shane no worries"
So there yer go fellas an sheilas.. thats whats been doin with the canoes!... :cool: eh?
Take it easy
Shane
Well mates when the sawdust hit the blower with the builder and we moved out the moulds were stuck up the backyard in the shed for safe keeping and what with everythin thats happened since they remain firmly tucked up in the shed!
So far my every attempt at recovering them has met with a glare from possompoop or Flea or Bethy or one of the mob... a glance of wonderment at my boatfollyaddiction as they call it... and then some new drama unfolding...
I actually got up there to the shed last Friday... no worries fully intending on gettin them out and getting ready to kick it along a pace... unlocked the shed peered in... backed out again and called Aaron and said quite clearly... "so where EXACTLY did you put the canoe moulds son?"... with a grin and a quick chomp of one of the dozen apples he had in his hands he looked over my shoulder {yeah hes growin quick!} and pointing vaguely toward the back left hand corner muttered "somewhere around there dada"...
Without smiling {cause I was starting to get irritated about now cause I SERIOUSLY wanted to start!} I looked at him and said... "yeah so okay brightspark just where EXACTLY are they?... under the boxes maybe?... behind the boxes?... in the boxes?... wedged in the corner?... under the shelves?... hidden amid the lawnmower edger old cupboard old desk {that will get attention maybe one day} just EXACTLY WHERE?" ...Aaron aint dumb he was gettin the hint that I was not so cool as he initially thought so he sorta did a wee sidestep and still with a slight grin said.... "Heck dad I dont know I just put em in there... sheeesh!" and prompty started chompin on his third apple and began to wander off toward the front gate... "Oi Sport!!" I growled with increasing thunder "Get back here sunshine!! YOUR GOIN IN THERE AND GETTIN THE FLAMIN THINGS OUT NOT ME KIDDO!!"... He grinned as he hopped on his bike and zzzip gone!!
Flamin hoons I thought and peered into the vast gloom of the shed with its hidious hidden creatures and thingamabobs of all and sundry things toppled on top of each other... "Strewth!" I muttered as I hitched up me dacks and began movin the stuff that barrackaded the doorway out and onto the lawn...
An hour later Id made some progress and was able to stand about 6ft inside the shed... "whew" I muttered as I sat on an old upturned broken {gonnaftafixatoneday} craypot Id found on one of me wanderins... Possumpoop came out to find me about then and bought with her a nice cuppa and a lamo so I pulled out the lawnmower and sat on it givin her lovely rump the benifit of the cray pot... well one thing led to another and we ended up yarning about this and that... "Well darls" says she "better get this stuff packed away soon"...
"eh?"... I cogitatively mutter as I begin preparin to attack the dark hoards of unknown gathered whateverthehecktheywere that were glaring at me from the gloom again... she looked at me with this weird smirk as she does when I say something she considers to be totally and utterly blond in content then rubs me curls on me noggin and says... "Dont be a galah luv you know we got yer sister an Sam are comin"... nope I didnt know this... I looked at her dumbfounded "But... me canoes possom" I stammered at her receeding form... "Well Im gettin the flamin ruddy things out TODAY buggar sis and Sam that buggar can just get his butt out here and flamin help thats what he can flamin well do!!" I grumble at her now fast disappearing back
I glare at the dark mass of unknownwhatsits sitting like some ogre "Okay you buggars get the hell out here!!" I roar and I into it!! ... I mean there was gear goin out that flamin door faster than Ben Johnson ever ran! old gold pannin dishes an anvil {well that thing got put ever so gently out the door and just around the side... {flamin heavy suckers them anvils!} boxes old tools bits of wood trays of gawdknowswhat cupboards chocker block with whateverthehellwasinem!... cripes mates I tell yer I was a whirrling dirvish sweat flyin so fast I musta lost about 4 kilos during that fiesty time I can tell yer...
And finally... there they were... two sets of moulds standing against the back wall... neat as a row of pearl buttons!... "BABIES!!" I cried and sat next to them and gatherin them to me petted their lovely wooden forms...
"DADDA!!!"... Im just gonna ignore em they'll go away soon enough... "Oi YER MAD DRONGO GERROUDERE!!"... I know that voice no I dont couldnt be them... not now!... "VISITORS DAD!"... Keep yer ruddy visitors I almost yell... "SHANE!!"... Its her royalpossumpoopness herself... yer right thanks sweetheart!... your wrath Im prepared to take this time woman!! {aint it funny how brave we get with our boat babies? }... I sit back hopin they would decide to ignore me...
But me lucks gone and theres someone blockin the sun from the doorway ahhh shite I groan to meself it is them!... "Gidday mate owyergoin? HA! Whachadoinyermaddrongo?"... I just sit there me babies all around and over me lap and look up at me sisters boyfriends grinnin black face...
He goes quiet like then quietly says... "yerallrightmate?" {he talks like that... all at once like real fast... funny bloke}
Well I must admit I sorta lost it about there and yelled something like... "FLAMIN ALRIGHT?????... FLAMIN RUDDYWELLALFLAMINRIGHT???... EH??... Why wouldnt I be alflaminrightyergreatlumberingalah?... ACOURSE IM ALFLAMINRIGHT!!"... I scream as I attempt to get up to turn his lights out for interuptin such a great and pleasurable personal moment of communion between a man an his soon to be boats...
But he sees me intent in me eyes and backs out...
Now about here is when me brain mush kicked back into gear mates... the lock for the shed... was???... yep outflaminside!!... where was Sam?... OUTSIDE!! click... "aaaaaaaaahhhhhhcrap! Open the ruddy door yer flamin drongo!" I yells at him and kick the door... but all I hear is his boomin gales of laughter!
"yer mate no worries... but first I gotta get the barbie on... then the roo needs cuttin up... then I know I gotta put some oil in the car and then mate... well then I'll come back and see howyergoin okay? no worrys then"
And the buggar buggared off!! Just flamin well left me there!!! flamin idiot!
Never mind I thought and went back to my babies... I noticed that one of them Aaron hadnt quite got it down to the line so I fished around and fought through some rubble in the tool box and found the surform and set to... finest kinda hour I have spent in a long time... funny how a mere 1/16th can take a whole hour aint it?!
Anyway an hour later he came back unlocked the door and handed me a nice cold cool drink while he sucked down an ale... "so yer reckon this boat capers a bit of alright then mate?" he says as I put down the surform and set the mould against its sisters... "yer mate mighty fine"... "goodonyersunshine" says he and wanders off back to the barbie and roo stakes that were beginin to get a good sizzle happening...
So that was as far as we got Im afraid... oh!... Aaron lobbed back sometime later but when I caught up with him over the takin off when I wanted his help he grinned through a mouthful of the tenderest barbied roo... "I packed the shed for yer dada no need ta thank me" and gave me the thumbs up and a wink and prompty began gatherin more roo steaks and onions and damper and whatever the heck else was edible and within reach while chewin on a lump of half cooked roo the size of Tasmania... gawd this fella can eat!! sheeesh thank god for roo!!
I raced like a demented bungarra out the back and sure enough the yard was empty... I did the dead man walking thing up to the shed peered through the window and felt the pain of utter defeat... sure as nuts the dopey buggar had packed the shed again... as it was!!!... no sign of the moulds... so I into him "Oi Dopeynuts get yer gonads out here boy!!"... he gallops around mouth chockers with roo juices flowin down his jaw and a great dagwood roo sanga in his mits... "YERDADAWHACHAWAN?" He calls before he turns the corner...
I put me arm around him and quietly ask "you know the canoe moulds son?"... gulp chew chew gulp "Yer"... "where are they?"... chew gulp chew wipe chew gulp "innashed"... "okay so where exactly in the shed?"... chew gulp wipe sanga finished "gawd dada where yer flamin well left em where else?"... as his noggin begins sweepin around and his body begins turning toward the barbie... "Oh right of course son where else" I sob and shake me head as I contemplated exactly what exactly I had done to deserve such a serving as 2002 had dished up... "yer right there dada?" he askes and puts his arm around me shoulder...
Well I look at my boy and smile... "yer mate shes right lets go feed up!"... "FLAMINBEAWDY!!" He yells and... dust... gone... I hear him chompin and chewin at the barbie as I saunter back around to the barbie where everyone else was havin a mighty old time and muttered to meself... "another day Shane no worries"
So there yer go fellas an sheilas.. thats whats been doin with the canoes!... :cool: eh?
Take it easy
Shane