Today was perfectly not rainy, and I only got half a plank cut out.
I'm sick, you see. And while I was bravely cutting out my pieces I realized that I was having a hard time maintaining my balance. Power tools + feeling wobbly = bad idea. So I packed up and called it a day.
Afterwards I looked up boat christening traditions and started wondering if my Rio will ever have a christening ceremony. Then I cried.
I'm my hardest critic, and while I'm making good progress there's a part of my brain that's furious that I'm not farther along. It's almost July, and it seems like we've have three sunny days (Oh hey, a news article saying we've had one sunny day) out of this entire month.
The centerboard still needs to be cut foiled and glassed.
I have about 4 more plywood sheets worth of patterns to cut out.
I have to figure out a way to teleport inexpensive OSB to my house, as I have no vehicle large enough to haul it for the building jig.
I need to order some 6mm Okoume.
Such a trivial list of things to fret about, isn't it? Perhaps I just needed to vent after all.
Bright side of the day,when I was outside I was visited by a neat looking moth.
I'm not sure what it is- perhaps a blinded sphinx moth?
I love moths! And I had pho for dinner. The day wasn't a complete wash.