Sunday really didn’t see too much as far as work on the boat. Mostly I just took the tarp off and opened the cabin hatch to let her breathe.
While out running errands I was unaware that a storm was moving in. All I could think about was the clean up that I had just done and how I’d have to go back to square one if the skies opened up and saturated the exposed wood on the cabin. Upon reflection it probably wouldn’t have done a lot of damage or caused too much trouble, but I was filled with dread of another 80-90 degree day below deck with cleaners and safety gear. Sooner or later the heat gets to me and I wind up talking to the little animals. Little animals that are not actually there. Animals shouldn’t talk- unless they are in a C.S. Lewis story and I don’t think there is enough room for Aslan in my boats cabin.
Aslan: “Sand wisely my friend, and oh yeah it’s a bit hot in here don’t you think?”
Me: “Yeah ahhh sure and could you maybe move your tail over? Thank you.”
Aslan: "No problems. Oh you missed a spot."
Me: "Don't push it cat, I've got a stone table with your name on it."
This would still be preferable to Mr. Miyagi telling me to sand a floor and then punching me repeatedly.
where was I...? Oh the rain. So with all the effectiveness of a fat kid peddling a bike up a steep hill I managed to get the cabin closed and the tarp lashed back down just in time for the rumble of thunder in the distance.
It rained for a total of 2 minutes… then it was sunny again… figures.
Anyways… I’ve been thinking about what a boat means, it is more than a thing, more than a means of travel. It’s art. It truly is form and function married with expression. The doing of a thing, the action, all of this can be empty even though it accomplishes something. It is when you can express yourself within that action that there is meaning.
One of my favorite movies is the razors edge. There is a great line that is along the same line as what I’ve just mentioned, “work without meaning is an empty motion”.
How true, how true. Wow that cleaning solution is strong stuff.
My adventures working to restore a 16' sloop. Nothing in the world like a wooden boat.
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