The New Yar: The Sonavabitch Dreams of The Sun Of A Beach

Soon it will be time to make the transition. That great moment when the intrepid adventurer transcends from boat building to........................ boat maintenance. That is why ya built it, so ya know how to fix it. This boat is the product of hopes, dreams, sweat, frustration, pixie dust, epoxy, wood, perseverance, stupidity and determination.

​Somewhere in the depths of this blog must mention why I started this project. 

The rain hit. The snow hit. I had a big ice cube shaped like a boat. I dragged it into the garage and heated it up. I bailed the ice and water out of it. I dried it out with a fan. Ben and I rotated the dinghy and dragged it back outside. Too much snow to drag it out to the back yard. It was a real drag.

With each arbitrary point in time that we choose to mark the planet's relationship with the star it orbits, we reflect on how it matters to us. The passage of what we call time logs our journey from the cradle to the grave and permits us to reflect on the good and bad parts of this journey. May you have mostly good parts this year.

The Music♪: "You Can Fly"

All ya need is pixie dust! Fairy dander.................................