Alison slept most of the day today. Meanwhile, I was in the next room stapling the new boat walls together. I've been slowly prepping the boards beneath for the last week. Prime, seal, recut to fit, reseal, drill holes for mounting, figure out how to mount the throttle, etc. I was finally able to work with the vinyl I bought a month ago today. My fingers are sore from stretching it.
Everything I work on becomes a symbol of curing. Of overcoming. Of rebirth. When I worked on the landscaping with Mom, I thought of pulling out the weeds as a symbol of my
wanting to pull out Alison's cancer. Now with this project, it's about replacing decaying board and vinyl with new. Renewal. Returning to health. (and hopefully returning to running status) I guess it's a lot like venting for me. Or widdling a stick while you're anxious.But whatever the psyche, it looks nice...
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