Spot the difference.
I haven’t seen ‘Minnow’ today. She’s tucked away in the garage waiting for attention.
Some days it has been possible for me to spend several hours working on her; other days I’ve been fortunate if I’ve had more than an hour for attending to her remedial needs.
More recent articles featured here have centred on the renovation of ‘Minnow’, a Matt Layden Paradox sailboat; therefore you could be forgiven for thinking that most of my energy, thoughts and actions have been devoted to this needy creature. That is not a reflection of the truth. To keep the momentum going I have had to make positive efforts when I would far rather have rested or done something more worthy than wasting my time on bits of plywood held together with epoxy resin.
The fact is that working on the boat is not a waste of time. This is a subjective judgement, and in my case I know how good and profitable it is for me to be engaged in such a project. In between doing other things, the activity engages my mind, and exercises my body - You try crawling into the forecastle of a Paradox sailboat; turn on your back and try fixing electrical wiring to a battery or screw in place a block for a steering line, and you’ll agree that muscles not normally used to any extent are taxed to the point where rest is required because of pain or fatigue. Maybe you are younger than me, and perhaps such things are easy for you.
But whatever the case, you know that eventually, all the effort will be worthwhile, because you will find joy and excitement sailing her in her new found state of seaworthiness. You imagine the adventures you may have, and of challenging encounters with Mother Nature. In your dreams you will see Nature’s beauty, taste and feel her riches; you will see your boat come to life when she bobs over the waves. Sun’s reflections will dazzle your eyes; rain’s droplets will moisten your brow until you’ve had enough and close the hatch. The boat sails on; only the soft hiss of wavelets can be heard as they run the chines and are transformed into channels of bubbles trailing astern.
Then there’s the next horizon, the next headland and beyond.
Who said it’s a waste of time!!