For two days I walked two miles barefoot on the beach each evening. The lovely beach: sun, sea, sand. The sand abraded the bottoms of my feet (like sandpaper) and they hurt , I rubbed them raw. I've been limping about a bit. The walks produced one or two epiphanies and two sore feet. They failed, feet and epiphanies.
I finally settled on doing what I know: wood. This is my skill. this is what I know. I have to work within my abilities. I cannot rely on others. Someone said to me recently "You're very independent". It's how I work best. I keep learning not to ask for opinions. I am better off just trusting myself. I cannot do anything until the motors tilt (solved, I think) and they stay pointed straight ahead (this week's conundrum). I will do nothing else until those two things work in harmony.
Thanks to Dean for the comment last week. I'm just using a normal cleat.
And a new video out there. Watch it all the way to the end to see the girl in the bikini.
OK, so here's the week's very boring post.