January 12, 2016 Hours spent building to date: 1,972
This is post number 100 since August 8, 2014 when the project began. I have changed a lot since then. I have joined the runners, quilters, mountain climbers and little old ladies with 248 cats as a true obsessive. When I’m not working on the boat, I’m thinking about the boat. When I’m away from the boat, I long to get back.
There have been only two times in my life when life and work have been joined in such an invigorating blur:
— My first job out of college as a cub reporter on the Salinas Californian.
— The planning and launch of USA Today and USA Weekend.
Every day then was a pastiche of new, challenging experiences. Not all were good, but life was really, really interesting. The anxiety level now is not what it was then, but I am feel very fortunate so many years later to once again go to sleep Sunday night in pleasant anticipation of the work to begin Monday morning.
At my age, I seem to run into people who seem to be a little lost, who are looking for what comes next. I am not much on quotations, since I can never remember them. But this one from the English novelist George Eliot has helped make me a boatbuilder:
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Speaking of boat building, which is the real object here, I have about wrestled the forward deckhouse framing to a draw after bouts with compound curves, compound bevels and trapezoidal window shapes. More on that later this week.