Post Part 'Em Depression: A Sense Of Urgency

At this point of the build, if someone mentions either "When will it be finished?" or "You are building your dream.", I want to just choke the crap out of them. Instead I smile and nod. and say "soon". Motivation and intention are lost in the mists of time. I cannot remember why I started this. The project remains constant, the human changes.

Yet I begin to see the boat.......as an entity..........as a whole............as something referred to as "She". So long have I been involved in the at hand task: Glue block here.......... Cut this piece.........epoxy coat, Epoxy coat...........Paint this. Parts, all parts, that eventually become intertwined as "She", something with a spirit of it's own. Something you pat as you step off her. I know not why we become attached to inanimate objects, but we do. Maybe because we comprehend the nothingness that is them and long for it in ourselves. Maybe we seek the simplicity of just being. The complexities that we attached to life, with their supposed hidden meanings are yet incomprehensible to us.  We project this veneer of our perception on to all that we see. A boat we understand, a person, we don't, especially ourselves.

​The Dog, of course is a she, because ​she's been a bitch to build!

​With Ben gone, it's harder to start. We would force each other to go out and work. Now I have to force myself. It's tough to kick oneself in the ass. I have to develop and maintain a sense of urgency. I must work each day as if it is crucial to the completion of this boat. The summer weather looms in the near future. School is ending and I'll lose Budge, who is critical in several areas. On to the photos.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, apparently we are not unique in this regard. Hue challenged.

The final beam pin cover. A project begun back in those time mists, ostracized to the land of procrastination and dread, resurrected grudgingly and completed as one of those side projects that consume our efforts for a day or more..

I traced a template and dry fit the cardboard template and traced the cut out on the oak. I cut the cheeks and painted them two coats.

I made a couple of PTFE washers/spacers to center the bow roller. I think they will fit.

New job board.............old job board filled up.........gotta keep track......... time's a waistin'. Gotta get to tha wattah!

I made the fore deck slats. Budge has to glue on the hull blocks. Then I can finish the fore deck. Road trip Monday. Spenda buncha munny onda lumber for the last damn aft deck. Might stop at a restaurant and get some Pho. Pocketbook smashing......... Consolation Pho. 

Face level barn spider web...............damn things. I did other things this week. Small blocks for this and that. E Pox E coating this and that. Most uninteresting stuff. You are spared the pain. I am not. I must experience the process.  It is part of the experience, part of the journey, the destination is just the road back home again.

Stormy weather. Ben is doing well in the real actual world. My world, entangled in myth, mists, threadbare aspirations, proceeds on it's own without delusion. So that was my week. I am sure your's was more interesting.

​​The Music♪: Sean Connery & Janet Munro "Pretty Irish Girl"

​This got stuck in my head. Basically, it;s an exorcism of my brain and I hope not a transplant into your brain. Yes, that​ Sean Connery. Yes, I know, they're both Scots.