So there it is, semi-complete instructions on how to build a Tiki 38 catamaran. Be sure to follow it completely when you build your own boat, especially all those screw-ups.
I am now making feeble attempts at making this a livable boat. There is crap stuffed everywhere. I must use it or lose it. I filled the water boxes; the starboard one promptly leaked it all out. Another something to fix. The dream is now a reality and all I see is more work. I sold the big fridge and bought a smaller one. Mostly I did little this week, as I'm in the great unwind.
I am now making feeble attempts at making this a livable boat. There is crap stuffed everywhere. I must use it or lose it. I filled the water boxes; the starboard one promptly leaked it all out. Another something to fix. The dream is now a reality and all I see is more work. I sold the big fridge and bought a smaller one. Mostly I did little this week, as I'm in the great unwind.
The big storm missed us. The diarrhetic flock of seagulls didn't. That must be what passes for sport with gulls: carpet bombing new boats.
It's been foggy and blowy this week. I trudge on, picking something up, walking around with it then putting it back down thinking "I'll do it later". Then picking it back up thinking "Dammit!!" then putting it back down. Such is the progress: Like a dog (or Oroboros) chasing his own tail.
I was the victim of a drive by shooting this week. It was more of a sail by shooting. Joel and his wife sailed past, shot these photos and emailed them to me...... They stopped by another day to say "Hi".
This was a boat building blog. It forgot why I started it. It became a commitment that I stuck with to scrub off the frustrations of working on something I didn't want to do in the first place. It is in the water, the culmination of the process.
Now I am confronted with the problem of "What Next?". I do not wish to write a Rub-Your-Nose-In-It blog about the joys of living a lifestyle different from yours with pictures of sunsets and dolphins (yuck). After attempting to read a few of those blogs/vlogs, I had to take stomach medication for nausea. I do not wish to write a travelogue. I do not wish to spew pop philosophy at you brought on by the insanity of inactivity. Maybe I already did that. I do not wish to write for the sake of writing. God knows I don't want to be an inspiration to others trapped by their dreams, so it must end. It's time to say "Good Bye",
Now I am confronted with the problem of "What Next?". I do not wish to write a Rub-Your-Nose-In-It blog about the joys of living a lifestyle different from yours with pictures of sunsets and dolphins (yuck). After attempting to read a few of those blogs/vlogs, I had to take stomach medication for nausea. I do not wish to write a travelogue. I do not wish to spew pop philosophy at you brought on by the insanity of inactivity. Maybe I already did that. I do not wish to write for the sake of writing. God knows I don't want to be an inspiration to others trapped by their dreams, so it must end. It's time to say "Good Bye",
I wish to thank you two follower that stuck with me through the thin and thinner. We sweated through the highs(????) and lows(!!!!!) of the build together and the time passed like a bad bowl of chili. I wish you fair winds, both aerial and anal (especially those after that bad bowl of chili). I hope you enjoyed the tunes...................
Maybe, like Tinkerbell dying, if you clap your hands.................................
Chuck!
Maybe, like Tinkerbell dying, if you clap your hands.................................
Chuck!
The Music♪: The High Kings "The Parting Glass
Please search new music and don't get stuck only with the music programmed into you in your late teens and twenties. You have at least one good song within you. Find it and sing it. Good night and joy be with you.
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