A day which will resonate throughout
the days remaining in my pathetic life.
Today is the day in which I made the decision
to build a boat. I made the decision lightly,
almost cavalierly, and yet, once made, the decision
resulted in a rush of idiotic euphoria that had me
feeling good about myself for perhaps a full eight
This feeling died a horrible death as I
contemplated the future home of my nascent marine
I am a slob of the first order. Nothing
is so important that it cannot wait to be done
until some unspecified date in the future. You
can see that this is so by taking a quick look
at the state of my garage.
I once had a neighbor
who was a classic type "A" personality. Polished
his garage floor, washed his car once a week, spent
days upon days working in his yard, the whole bit.
My garage drove him nuts. I took special delight
Choosing the boat|
Today the decision moved from the realm of
fantasy to the realm of expensive fantasy.
I ordered two items; a set of plans for the
Acorn Tender from Wooden Boat
and a book by Iain Oughtred called "Clinker
Plywood Boatbuilding Manual."
It is my fervent hope that good Iain can
guide this foolish amateur from his current
state of ineptitude with all things tool-like
to at a standard of proficiency sufficient to
keep all of my body parts attached.
Aside from my total abhorrence to pain, I'm
convinced that one cannot be accepted into heaven
unless all of the appendages one was issued at birth
can be accounted for.
Kevin Springs into Action|
"But as this enterprise appeared to
me to be one of great magnitude, I waited until I
had attained an age so mature as to leave me no
hope that at any stage of life more advanced I should
be better able to execute my design. On this account,
I have delayed so long that I should henceforth consider
I was doing wrong were I still to consume in deliberation
any of the time that now remains for action."
Rene Descartes, Meditations, 1641
Right, Rene! So today I took action. Check out the
great fluorescent light I installed in my garage!
Rene would have been proud of me.
A Slow News Day|
I'm struck by how little boat building is actually
going on here. Perhaps just talking and thinking about boat
building is quite enough for some people. I don't think
it is for me, but I haven't actually built anything yet,
This is my dog, Tucker. He's wearing what is known as a
"Buster Collar," meant to keep him from chewing on
tender parts. And are his parts tender! He was neutered today,
and my heart goes out to him.
I know that the procedure is for the best, but if there's
anything that even comes close to describing the meaning
of life, it has to be the need for all creatures to have
sex, and to procreate, and the fact that Tucker has had
that taken from him saddens me. Fortunately he won't hold me
responsible for his disfigurement.