As I write this post my hands are tired and dry from sanding and there are only two minutes left in the day. My daughter lies sleeping in her room about 20' away and my night owl wife is in the basement organizing her home decorations...for her this is bliss.
I'm poring over a pdf scan of John Gardner's Dory Book, thinking about the history of my next-planned project and more than a bit anxious about how to build a basement workshop around something so large and whether I'll be able to bring it up the stairway when complete. How do I figure that out?
It's the beginning of 2017 and just a week and a day past the inauguration of a president with no connections to the past, who we are as a people, our traditions and our values. For some reason enough of my fellow countrymen have aquiessed to such a leader, I have not. I've deleted my Facebook account and I'm trying to limit my exposure to the news because it's injurious to my mental and emotional health...my physical health is already marginal and the other aspects of me need to remain intact.
At a time during which so much that we've built as a people is being torn down by a self-seeking bullshit artist I find it important to be able to create...and be rooted in history. I have few family roots. I'm an only child of an only child father and mother with one passed away sister...my cousins are distant physically and my family-in-law is quite toxic. My wife and daughter are my delights, they form the core of my joy...but my brethren in faith have abandoned the object of our faith for political power. I no longer have a church family because the people who constitute church where I live believe that our current president is "God's Man".
I obviously don't.
My hands need to touch history, my dry and tired hands need to reach out to the analog, find a way back in time and in doing so move forward through a very dark time for our nation. I am not fully sure as to how this will help me, but I know that I need to build a small, historical boat. I think that this has to do with my own love of exploration, my own interest in creating and my love of learning and history.
I'm poring over a pdf scan of John Gardner's Dory Book, thinking about the history of my next-planned project and more than a bit anxious about how to build a basement workshop around something so large and whether I'll be able to bring it up the stairway when complete. How do I figure that out?
It's the beginning of 2017 and just a week and a day past the inauguration of a president with no connections to the past, who we are as a people, our traditions and our values. For some reason enough of my fellow countrymen have aquiessed to such a leader, I have not. I've deleted my Facebook account and I'm trying to limit my exposure to the news because it's injurious to my mental and emotional health...my physical health is already marginal and the other aspects of me need to remain intact.
At a time during which so much that we've built as a people is being torn down by a self-seeking bullshit artist I find it important to be able to create...and be rooted in history. I have few family roots. I'm an only child of an only child father and mother with one passed away sister...my cousins are distant physically and my family-in-law is quite toxic. My wife and daughter are my delights, they form the core of my joy...but my brethren in faith have abandoned the object of our faith for political power. I no longer have a church family because the people who constitute church where I live believe that our current president is "God's Man".
I obviously don't.
My hands need to touch history, my dry and tired hands need to reach out to the analog, find a way back in time and in doing so move forward through a very dark time for our nation. I am not fully sure as to how this will help me, but I know that I need to build a small, historical boat. I think that this has to do with my own love of exploration, my own interest in creating and my love of learning and history.
