Storm’s over.  Time to get on it!

Sal and I headed out early to position the boat.  While we were doing that, we spotted a lovely ‘floater’ and hitched that little dogie to the growing wood pile.  It’s like money in the bank.  Next year’s firewood just comes in on a whim and a wave.  Fabulous.

We positioned Sal’s little boat at the base of the log-ramp we built the other day and then went and had breakfast.  Tide was a bit too high to start ‘manhandle-ing’ the little vessel.  We’d just get water in our boots.  We know about these things.  We seem to always get water in our boots.

Temporary ramp ready to go

Water IN the boots contradicts the purpose of the damn boots but we seem to do that all-too-often and then have to walk around finishing whatever chore we have – usually the rest of it on dry land – with water swishing around our feet.  How stupid is that!?  I am going to design some proper boots someday.  I swear.

But, I digress…….

After breakfast we went back to haul the boat out.  Tide had dropped a foot or two and the boat was just about perfectly situated for a pull.  “Sal, I’ll get the winch set up.  You get down to the boat and push the stern over so that the boat will come up straight.”

“Why do that?  Shouldn’t I move this log out of the way first?”

“No.  Not necessary.  The log will act as a roller.  Just position the boat”.

“I am not comfortable leaving the log there.  I think I should move it.  Plus, I don’t know what the plan is.  Do you have a plan?  And why not tell me the plan if you have one?”

“Plan is simple”, I said, raising my voice slightly.  “Rope pulls boat.  Boat slides up ramp.  Got it?  Rope?  Boat?  Ramp?  Comprendo?”

“No need to yell.  But I am not sure that it will be OK.  I am worried.  I want to check out stuff.  Or something.”

“Sal, trust me.  I got this.  Just get the stern straightened and do as you are told!”

“What?!  What did you say!?”

“I said, get the stern straightened and then get a hold!”

She bought it.  I had dodged a bullet.

Ramp works like a charm

As the boat slowly came up the ramp, Sal clucked and shrieked and called ‘halt’ a couple of times for reasons inexplicable but we eventually got the boat up with little fuss or muss.

“So”, I said smugly, “that went well.  Compliments all around, I’d say.  Mind you, I think it should be you saying the compliments, myself………………….so……..?”

“Yeah.  Good job.  Ya did good……………..this time!”

I had already partially turned away and didn’t quite catch it.  “What?!  What did you say?” 

“I said you did a good job and everything was fine!”

Communication is the secret of a good marriage.  Remember that!

Fiddich watches from a distance

It is blowing like Katrina today!  Lots of action outside.  Big seas!  Waves have spindrift.  Trees are tossing branches at us.  It is just a howlin’.  Forecast was for 50 mph with higher gusts and, this time, I think they may have got it right.

Wahoo!

I love the wind.  To me, it just feels great!  Clean air gets cleaner.  It is just plain invigorating.  Makes a guy wanna take two naps!

Doesn’t look like we’ll be going about our daily routine though, such as it is.  Not today.  Sal was gonna ‘sub’ at the post office but the seas are too high for safe travel and the plane isn’t coming in anyway.  Same reason.  One of the other alternates who can walk there will go stand in the shed all day. For nothing, really. No plane. No neighbours who-come-by-boat.  This will be a lonely post-office day.

People are unlikely to travel at all today, actually.  Trees will be down on the road and the air will be full of flying bits.  It’s better for everyone to just hunker down and let the storm blow itself out.  Should do so by dinnertime. But today will be a non-day for most of us.  And that is not all bad.

Guy can’t have too many naps, ya know?

Some days in paradise are better than others.  Today was a really good one.

As you know, my daughter is in Hong Kong teaching English.  And, it seems, she is getting the writer’s bug.  Today she sent me a draft blog that she is contemplating.  It is an unflinching rant, completely unchained.  Not in the least unhinged.  She tears the US Republican party candidates a few new orifices, rips into the Robo-call issue, laments the Enbridge Gateway project and comments on Uganda and the Middle East just to round things out.

I am sure that she will get to the CBC when she gets back to Canada.

I couldn’t be more proud of her.  She will be a force to be reckoned with and she has the tools.  She always has.

Not to leave my son out of it.  Seems he is getting into writing a bit more, too, although his is more hedonistic than politic.  Meals, miles and motorcycles.  See him and his beautiful chameleon-like partner as they travel around the world (seems no matter where she is, she is seen to be indigenous.  I can hardly wait til she gets to Sweden).  http://circumnavigate2012.tumblr.com/

Writing, eh?  Who knew?

Back to politics…….seems the Liberals are stepping up and confessing to a few robo-calls of their own.  Robo-calling is legal so that is not the issue.  Robo-calling without admitting that you are who you are or have a party affiliation is not.  They claim to have slipped up a bit on that.  And the Conservatives are happy to be able to share some of the heat.

I am of two minds about that.  On the one hand, the Liberal confessions make no difference to me. We are all sick of dirty tricks, lies, deceit and the corruption of the system.  Their mea culpa is no surprise.  It changes nothing that the two biggest parties (historically) fling mud.  I am sure the NDP, the Bloc and even the Aryan Nation have stooped to so-called dirty tricks when trying to win the hearts and minds (and votes) of the citizenry.

It is not who is doing it so much as it just ain’t right.

And, like so many Canadians, I have no faith in Elections Canada or the RCMP to make it all right.  They may catch a Pierre Poutine or two but will they clean all the sewers and the drains while they are at it?  ‘Course not.

On the other hand, I am a smidge concerned that we get refocused on the bigger dirty trick issue rather than scorching the feet of the current rascals.  By moving the issue to the larger topic of a dirty system, we are, in a way, diffusing the original crime.  It blurs it in some way.  Lets the bad guys off, somehow. 

“Oh well, they all do it, I guess.  Let’s carry on watching TV and drinking beer, eh?”

In this way, the Liberal confessions tend to dilute the problem for the Conservatives.  Maybe they should – to be technically fair – but the real result will not be a cleansing of the system. It will instead end up as another reinforcement of the cynicism and apathy of the electorate.

And that is what the parties are trying for anyway.

You may recall Glen Pearson, the Liberal ex-MP who just wants rid of the politics in his life despite having been immersed in it for decades.  I read up on him.  He seems like a good man.  And so I wrote him.  Encouraged him to stay and fight the monster.  He declined.  Basically, GP said that he found it more rewarding keeping it local and close to home.  Said stuff about community building.  Hard to disagree with that.

The good ones get out but at least they are still doing good.  That’s not all bad.  Plan B may work.

I have to fix a hole in Sal’s boat.  To do that, I have to get it up on the deck.  And lifting a 300 pound boat 12 feet straight up is not easy.  Especially from an irregular and rocky beach with treacherous footing.  And it is only twelve feet up at high tide so even then, there is just a brief window in which to get it done.  (I really must get that funicular finished this year).

Over the last few days we have been preparing for this task by finding and snaring errant pecker poles.  Pecker poles are skinny floating logs.  And we have found four or five twenty-five foot long poles about eight inches in diameter at the butt and tapering to about four or so at the pointy end.  The idea is to lean these poles against the edge of the deck and then, using them like a ramp, drag the boat up to the deck.  I have a little electric winch that will do the heavy lifting. I hope.

It is a good plan.  But, as we have come to know all too well, plans never go smoothly.  So we have to be careful not to hurt ourselves or, more likely, the boat. We were gonna start yesterday but Sal had some computer work and I felt like napping and so nothing got done on it.  We are less than ‘keen’ to undertake this task.  Call me lazy.  Tsk, tsk.

We’ll try to get on it today, tho.  I’ll let you know how it goes.  But I am already feeling a bit sleepy as I write this………….

There is no question that spring is upon us.  People are starting to plan (at least) and sometimes they are actually doing things as well (not too much of that, but some).  The place is awakening.  We’ve had two community building days and there may have been another when we went to town.  So, momentum is building.

While in town, I visited the Campbell River boatyard and, surprisingly, a lot of boats were being readied for the season and the chandlery was busy.  I bought some boat repair crap, myself.  So, I guess I am committed.

It is just a matter of days, I think, before all the gardening shops will be pushing their wares.  Spring is definitely in the air.

We notice this kind of thing now much more than ever before.  You know, the seasons and all?  It has been getting lighter, too, for the last few weeks.  Not dark til 6:00 pm.  And the temperature has lost it’s ‘chill’.  It is not yet the middle of March but we are on the threshold of another spring.  I can feel it.

Well, I can ‘feel’ it when I am not snuggled down for a nap…………(yawn)..

……………I’ll get back to you………….

I can’t recall his name* but some ex-Liberal MP (southern Ontario) was on the radio last night explaining his reluctance to run again.  Seems MPs are a waste of time.  They can’t do anything.  He felt useless most of the time.  According to him, all the power resides in the Prime Ministers office and government and opposition MPs alike are impotent in every meaningful way.  The most they can hope for is if they are in the party that forms the government. Then they might get some crumbs thrown their way for their riding or themselves.  Even at that, their voice in getting the crumbs is the least heard.  Even being a winner is being a loser if you are not near the very top. 

(Editor: found it on the CBC website: http://www.cbc.ca/asithappens/episode/2012/03/08/the-thursday-edition-19/.  His name is Glen Pearson)

‘Course, we’ve known this for years but this is the first time I have heard an MP say it ‘out loud’.  On CBC, no less.   Mind you, he did wait til he was no longer an MP.  He had lost the last election by just a few votes (18, I recall) to a Conservative and he was being interviewed because, despite the opportunity presented to perhaps get the previous election overturned, he was not willing to get back into the snake pit that is Parliament.  He was not going to challenge the results even if Elections Canada concluded that he lost by dirty tricks.  He was just plain sick of it.

Interesting.  But not as interesting as his reasoning.  He claimed that the Conservatives and many modern parties have a plan to ‘disengage’ the average voter.  The idea is to reduce the voter turnout to the ‘fully engaged’ and most strident voter – get the middle-of-the-road guy out of the way.  And, he claims, low voter turnout proves the plan is working.

With the ‘moderate-centre’ gone, then it is just the right versus the left and the right have more money.  Ergo, low voter turnout will be more likely inclined to the Conservatives.  Throw in a few dirty tricks where necessary and the whole picture becomes so disgusting even more people turn away.  What appears to be apathy in the electorate is purposefully generated disgust and revulsion.  It is a conscious political tactic.

This guy claims that the government will only get worse because by being anti-voter, they turn off more of the opposition than they do their own.  The smaller the vote, the better for the party in government.

A friend of mine said to me the other day,  “I love the blog.  Read it every day.  But, honestly, man.  The ravens and dogs are better than the politicians.  No one wants to hear that stuff.  I don’t read those political rants, myself.  Stick with whales and stuff.”

Reminds me of Walt Kelly all over again.  His cartoon character, Pogo, said, “I have seen the enemy and the enemy is us!”

Wednesday was community-building day.  We went to put up dry wall in the old bunkhouse.  Sal and I arrived just after R, L, J, D and G had gotten started.  We unpacked our junk and looked for something to do.  I went over to D.

“Hey, man.  Long time.  Two months.  Miss me?”

“Nope!”

“Aw, you’re just saying that, you old mushy guy, you.  Tryin’ not to get too emotional eh? Wanna hug, man?”

“Nope.”

D is a good guy.  A smidge reserved and stand-offish at times but it comes from being a top bureaucrat for longer than he should have.  Longer than anyone should have.  Ministry of Justice.  He affects this old, retired brigadier-type thing.  Kinda gruff and growly.

“Read my blog?”

“Nope.  Already know about El Salvador.”

“How’d you know it was about El Salvador if you hadn’t read it?”

There is a grunt, a hint of a smile.  Then a grumbled, “Well, my wife reads it to me.  But I don’t listen!”

“That reminds me”, I said. “A reader wrote to comment on the aging article.  He’s our age.  Claims many of us can’t put our pants on while standing up anymore.  Hey, D, can you put your pants on while standing up?”

“What!?”  He looked horrified.  As I mentioned, D is a bit ‘starched’.  His reaction was something like that of the Queen if you had inquired after her personal habits.

“You heard me.  Can you put on your pants while standing up?  Better question; can you take them off while standing up?  One never knows when that might be necessary,eh?”

“What kind of a question is that?  That is too much information!  Does your wife know what you are saying?!

“Well, not at this particular time but she would expect this kind of thing from me and, further, she would expect me to get the answer.  C’mon, out with it!”

“Well, if you must know……..of course I can put my pants on standing up!” And he harrumphed and blustered like some Agatha Christie character in an English mystery novel.

“I figured.  I’ve watched you bend over.  Everyone has.  But the real question is can you put on your underpants first?”

“What!?  Watched me bend over?! Who watches me bend over?!!

“Well, I have to tell you that I can do it standing up.  I can put on my underpants and then my jeans.  Standing up.  And I am a smidge older than you.  Mind you, I wear boxers and I get big ones.  My shorts are round enough to double as a bed skirt.  It’s easy if you get really big ones.  Now tighty-whities would be hard to do.  Impossible, I think.  You don’t wear tighty-whities do you?”

D was about to come undone.  He spluttered and harrumphed, he fussed and scowled and, basically, was at a loss for words. He turned back to the drywall and examined the screws and tried to calm down.

G and S had heard all this and were smiling…………..

He spun around and addressed me in a strong clear voice, “If you must know, it can be done!  Easily.  You just have to drop the garment to the floor, use your foot to open the leg holes and then you step in, bend down and lift.  Voila!  Easy as pie.  No balancing on one leg necessary.” 

I just looked at him.  Flat affect.  And waited a long time before responding……….

“Wow, man.  Tighty-whities, eh?  That really is too much information.”

Aging is a weird thing.  Don’t you think?  Aside from all the changes one might expect, there seems to be at least as many more that are a complete surprise.  And I am constantly surprising myself.

I am not just talking physical and mental changes though they do tend to mostly manifest that way.  I am also talking about shifting phases-in-life, stages, perspectives, attitudinal shifts……..things that are more philosophical or intellectual in nature……….

I like to think of myself as open-minded and flexible – a liberally minded fellow who has enough years and experiences to still have some opinions but few, if any of them, are cast in stone.  And then, of course, I write a blog on politics and a whole lot of my old biases pop to the fore.  Surprise.

That is a form of calcification, a ‘learned response’ to stimulus.  Pavlovian, if you will.  But, then later, re-reading your own writing, seeing your own ‘automatic response-to-stimuli’, well, that is a different kind of thing again.  Reflective.  Contemplative.  It just might be a slightly different consciousness.  I dunno, but it comes with age.

I still get youth-like feelings.  I still get a visceral response about the mere mention of the Social Credit Party, for instance, and I am pretty sure they have been deeply interred for almost twenty or so years.  I can still see the frozen, plastic, insincere smile of Grace McCarthy like a rigor-mortis grimace in nightmares.  And Bill VanderZalms Colgate countenance still haunts the news even today.

These people are like the three witches in Macbeth for me.  No real role in the current state of affairs but somehow fitting in the shadows.  “Double, double, toil and trouble.”  What a Nightmare on Elm Street they are!

Hard to remain open and flexible when you are haunted so frequently by the past.  Still, I try.

But, I slip into that ‘curmugeon state’ pretty easily………..

“Don’t get me started about DERA/COPE!  The NDP!  The Liberals (all their variations on that Chameleon-based philosophy)!  Mind you, most of those bastards are all dead.  I really should let it go.  It all truly is a closet full of ghastly skeletons that no longer requires my attention”. 

Whew!…….gasp…..count to ten…….breathe……..1……….2………gasp……..3…

So, you see?  Aging, in this case, is seeing your habits, your reflex feelings as being ‘old’ and yet, ‘seeing that whole thing clearly, too’ and hoping it is somehow a bit of growth.

Hard to explain.

Another ‘aging’ thing is one’s sense of personal power on those bigger stages.  One eventually tends to get a broader sense of what constitutes meaningful influence or change and what power and control means with the passage of time……and how there actually isn’t any…..well, not very much, anyway………and how things might seem to change now and then with immense Herculean effort but still, over the long haul, remain so much the same.

And the older person is not so sure if that is a good thing or a bad one.

I have come to learn that attempting to exert power over others is stupid, transient-at-best, ethereal/imaginary-in-your-own-mind and often pointless, really.  Plus Sal wouldn’t have any of it.  Ever.  99% of those so influenced just keep their mouths shut and walk away.  And everything else including your blood, sweat and tears just eventually washes away with the rain.

And that’s if you are doing good stuff!

And that’s if you know what good stuff is!

One eventually learns to let go of much of it.  Purposeful short term memory loss.  Late onset ADHD.  Lot of us old people get that.  Some even feign deafness.  Must be a survival mechanism.

Even the world-altering actions of such monsters as Hitler are being quickly erased from the current mindset.  Not many people feel influenced by WWll anymore.  (Strangely enough, I still feel the effects a great deal but that is another blog)

We find it harder and harder to remember because we find it harder and harder to think, to read, to learn and, with aging, to retain.  Or even to have someone to talk to about it.

Vast numbers of Canadians have no recollection of anything except, perhaps, hockey stats and what they had for dinner last night.  And they choose to have that state of mind on purpose.  History and even personal experiential perspective are just not big interests in today’s faster-than-understanding world.  Or maybe it is the faster-than-I-care world.

Or maybe it is a faster-than-I-can-afford-to-divert-from world.

Whatever. BIG pictures seem too big for most people.  And, the older person wonders, “…maybe they are?”

“History, old man?  That was then.  What have you got to entertain me with now?”

Here’s a fun game: go up to your younger co-worker or neighbour or brother-in-law and ask them if they think Keynes or Friedman had a bigger influence on the current financial system or was it more likely the lesser-but-more-recent efforts of Greenspan?  Then, as they try to process that question, add, “Or do you think the Sens should try to exempt them from the salary cap?”  

You’ll get……“Geez, man.  I don’t know.  What are you having for dinner tonight?”

But it may not be the world that is all at fault.  It could be me and this aging thing.  I may have just started out with too much testosterone and too few wars on which to spend it.  And now I don’t have either.  When I was young, I felt that I was just a few strategic moves away from running the world.  At 64, I am mildly surprised the dogs will do as I say.  It has always been tough to get your testosterone synched with the rest of the world.

Trouble is, I still have a bit of ‘snarl’ in me. Even if it lacks any power to influence.  Picture a very old, nasty, fat Chihuahua who still feels Mexican.

I expected to get a bit creaky as I aged.  ‘Specially my knees.  I even kind of expected to get a bit stupider, if for no other reason than I no longer feel the need to keep up, to be hip.  There just isn’t the drive to follow trends and fashions anymore.  Frankly,  a 3x t-shirt is the perfect fashion item for me now.  And a remote with big buttons helps. Some things were anticipated.

But that dumb and dumber feeling is because brain cells die by the gazillions in men after 60 and many of us didn’t come with too many to spare in the first place.  We’re now running on a quarter of a tank if not empty.  So, we have ‘snarl’ but no power, thoughts but shallow ones and huge perspectives on which to place tiny points of view.  Like a Chihuahua.

Put more bluntly: It seems to me that many of my contemporaries are walking around with their dried up walnut-like brains quietly rolling around in an ever-more roomy space.  They can’t find their keys.  They can’t finish their sentences, some are even piddling on the rug and I forgot what they were trying to say, anyway.

Oh yeah.  I remember now.  They were telling me the hockey score and what they had for dinner last night. 

The first Canadian Prime Minister was John A. MacDonald, a Conservative.  He was forced to resign as Prime Minister over the Pacific Scandal affair which brought to light secret campaign contributions from American investors interested in getting the contract to build the Trans-Canada railway.  Sir John A. experienced deep embarrassment over this weakness in his character and morals and resigned of his own volition.

Brian Mulroney, a more recent Conservative Prime Minister was investigated by the RCMP for suspicious dealings. Those allegations helped destroy his already shredded-to-tatters reputation.   But he wasn’t embarrassed in the least about that and, in fact, sued the Canadian government successfully for just over $2.1 million dollars for damaging his reputation further than he had managed to do on his own.

Brian Mulroney also accepted undeclared funds delivered secretly in paper bags from Karlhans Schrieber, a lobbyist for a European airplane manufacturer attempting to influence the Canadian government while Mulroney was the Prime Minister.

Mind you, the Karlhans Schrieber payments were revealed after the successful lawsuit against Canada to restore his reputation.  So Karlhans paid and we, the taxpayer, paid to assuage the feelings of a politician who accepted bribes while in office.  He is probably still not embarrassed.

John A. was humiliated and resigned.  Brian Mulroney was shamed and sued.  It would seem the blood still runs blue in the Conservative party but the embarrassingly low standards of behaviour have slipped even lower as the years have passed.

I can only shudder to think to what level the standards currently in vogue in the Conservative party have sunk.  How does one out-do ‘Paper-bag’ Mulroney?

Harper, it seems, has found ways.

And don’t think for a minute that today’s Conservative party doesn’t inherit the traditions and behaviours of it’s former members.  Of course it does.  Parties are like loose families.  Some members carry the party genes down the line generation after generation, election after election.  This is what makes a Tory a Tory.  It’s what makes a party a party.  They carry and share the values of their ancestors.  And they even call such beliefs ‘our traditional values’.

Stephen Harper and his MPs have the same values as Brian Mulroney.

In effect, when a person joins a party, they are claiming allegiance to the values of the others in the party, especially the leaders and the previous leaders.  A member of the Conservative Party of Canada is saying (in their defense: I believe they are saying it without knowing they are saying it), “I accept the taking of bribes/doing dirty tricks/selling out our heritage/mismanaging funds/usurping our rights/invading our privacy/ignoring the poor even if it is to the greater detriment of the Canadian people.” 

How can they deny it?  Even if they, personally, don’t accept bribes or do dirty tricks or lie and cheat and steal, they accept it in their own party.  It is a matter of record.

And this is the real point of the blog.  Most Conservatives I know are not that way inclined at all.  They are decent, honest people…………(albeit in denial about their political friends). 

The problem?  They are not looking past the name of the party.

To be labelled a small ‘c’ conservative is what they want to be saying.  “I am fiscally conservative.  I am even somewhat socially conservative.  And I think government should be as small as possible.  I am disinclined to vary greatly from what have been CANADIAN values.  I like Canadian values and I want to see them continue.”  I believe that is what virtually everyone (not deeply entrenched in the party) who votes Conservative is saying.

But BIG ‘C’  Conservative is just a name.  It is a word that doesn’t express the values of the party, it just differentiates one group from another.  Those who vote BIG C Conservative because they hold small c conservative values are being duped by the label being waved by crooks.  It is just branding.  It is just marketing.

Do you think a Ford actually fords (as in crossing a river?).  Do you think Armstrong cheese is made by strong arms?  Do you think Liberals are liberally minded?  Of course not.  So why would anyone think a Conservative has conservative values?

Put more bluntly:  they do not!

To be really ‘aware’ of what I am saying consider this simple question: which party conserves?  Which party promotes the preservation and conservation of that which Canadians value highly?  Which party could honestly be called Conservatives?

The answer is the Greens.  Here is a party totally dedicated to traditional values, sustainability, local economies and protecting the environment.  It is pretty hard to be any more conservative than that.

Go look up the definitions of conserve and conservation, why don’t you?

In fact, the Greens are so conservative, many people don’t vote for them because they seem unsophisticated in modern ways.  We are afraid the Greens haven’t evolved enough to understand business and the economy the way it is currently being played.  We think they would ‘lose’ in the economic sweepstakes.

And that fear is well-founded.  Greens are not crooks.  Not yet, anyway (power has a way of corrupting so watch that Elizabeth May like a hawk!).  The Greens don’t owe big business favours.  Greens don’t have a network of dirty tricks, secret plans and criminal operatives.  We are quite right in fearing that they can’t play the game the way it is played.

But isn’t that what we want?

My boat isn’t so good.  Waterlogged, I think.  It’s an old whaler-style, heavily laid up and it has been used a long time,  It is pretty old.  Fibreglass boats don’t die so much as they just get heavier and heavier as they absorb more and more.  I can relate.

The old ‘Surf’ is 16 feet long and a helluva design.  It is similar to a Boston Whaler.  I can stand on a corner and it remains stable and relatively level.  That is a good feature for old, heavy guys whose balance is not what it used to be.  I love the design concept but I sometimes wish it was a bit bigger.  I have lots of stuff to ferry about.

Plus I am not getting any lighter myself.  Something has to give.

Slow, steady and stable

And this one needs power!  A 16 footer shouldn’t need 70 horsepower.  And worse, I only have 50!  So, it is a good boat but not economically or functionally ‘sustainable’ in the long run.

It works, though.  That’s good.  I am not going to sink.  And that is even better.  But I may have to do something about this situation and, if I do, it may involve boat building.  Gadzooks!

There are few undertakings by individuals more destructive to their health, their finances and their relationships than that of boat-building.  On a percentage wise basis, you are statistically more likely to become a healthy, active, accomplished and revered member of society from the experience of being an ex-heroin addict than from being an ex-boat-builder.  In fact, very few boat-builders actually ever finish their boat and thus do not even get to the ‘ex’ stage.

Boat-building: the unwritten tragedy.

Shakespeare might be more respected as a writer if he had addressed the tragedy of boat-building but I am glad that he left me the opportunity.  Sadly, though, one really must live the experience before writing about it and I don’t think I have the cojones.  “To build or not to build……..?”  

“Alas, poor (fill in the boat-builder’s name), I knew him well!”

It probably won’t come to that.  I hope not.  Boats are pretty cheap these days.  No one can really afford to run them anymore just for fun and many can’t afford to ‘moor’ them if they aren’t going to be used.  There is a glut of boats on the market and, in the states, some old boats are just being abandoned.

You’d think I could find something wouldn’t you?  But so far, no luck.

Partly, it is me.  I want a boat about 20 feet long – give or take two feet (but, like most boat owners, it is easy for me to fall in love with just about anything that appeals).  I want it to go fast (planing hull) and use very little fuel (displacement hull).  I want it stable (square-ish) and sleek (pencil-like).  I want open decks and no cabin but I want to stay dry when it is raining.  I would like to use the existing motor I have (Honda 50 – but that is like trying to find a wife whose finger fits the engagement ring you’ve already bought.  Wrong order of things.)

It is because of all that I am considering building what I want but, to be fair, building the impossible is just as hard as buying the impossible.  Boats just don’t do all things well.  Boats are compromises.

Still, there are a few designs that compromise well.  Power catamarans do a lot of what I want.  Lighter-weight whaler designs do that, too.  Generally, speaking I can get a bit of what I want but I can’t get all of what I want.

I want, I want and I want.  But I am not prepared to pay, work or even search too hard.  I just want.  It is not the recipe for success we have come to rely on but it is the one I am employing right now.  It could happen…

Dreaming.  It is the way of boats.

It is the way of all things.