sweat
Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 5:17 am
There are some people who can work outside here in north Florida and stay relatively dry, but I am not one of them. Even at rest in the shade I can begin to drip in a matter of minutes. Yesterday, while spraying finish primer on my deck, I probably spent as much time mopping up the sweat as spraying. I had tied a towel aroung my head anticipating trouble, but that was only part of it. The respirator would get wet and drip from my chin. I quickly soaked the long sleeved shirt I was wearing and water would run down my arm onto the spray gun and drip off the spray head. I stopped after one coat and moved to the topsides.
In sanding bottom paint at the beginning of the summer, I wore a coverall, respirator, gloves, goggles, and a balkava made of a T shirt. Regular soaking was a matter of course. At one point in the process I reached down to pick up something off the ground and was amazed when a stream of sweat trickled ot of my sleeve. It's funny because I don't recall getting so wet when I spent all those hours sanding and grinding the deck. It must be that the tool's cooling fan did some cooling for me also.
I keep thinking it's a matter of acclamation; that if air conditioning weren't so prevalent I would adjust. After all, people lived here before there was electricity. They evidently got along. As a child I would run around outside all day and my mother would beg me to come indoors in the heat of the day. But it seems the older I get, the worse it gets. I'LL rest and hand sand today, then go at the deck again tomorrow. In the meantime I'll try to come up with a better strategy.
Chris Miller
Seafarer 31 YAWL
In sanding bottom paint at the beginning of the summer, I wore a coverall, respirator, gloves, goggles, and a balkava made of a T shirt. Regular soaking was a matter of course. At one point in the process I reached down to pick up something off the ground and was amazed when a stream of sweat trickled ot of my sleeve. It's funny because I don't recall getting so wet when I spent all those hours sanding and grinding the deck. It must be that the tool's cooling fan did some cooling for me also.
I keep thinking it's a matter of acclamation; that if air conditioning weren't so prevalent I would adjust. After all, people lived here before there was electricity. They evidently got along. As a child I would run around outside all day and my mother would beg me to come indoors in the heat of the day. But it seems the older I get, the worse it gets. I'LL rest and hand sand today, then go at the deck again tomorrow. In the meantime I'll try to come up with a better strategy.
Chris Miller
Seafarer 31 YAWL