Thanks Piet!
But you understand, now don't you
She was a labor of love or obsession....the line sometimes gets blurred.
When I finally was ready to build the hull, I decided to loft her.
But where!? You need lots of room......
One rainy Sunday morning shortly after marrying my wonderful wife, I decided to loft the boat .....in the kitchen.
I nailed down some 6mm plywood painted white and started drawing...it was the only place I had that had the room...it went from the side entrance past the bathroom and eat in kitchen....through the kitchen itself and out into the dining room.
28 feet in all!
OK so two hours goes by...my wonderful wife never left the TV.....she was watching a movie......when the movie was over....she came out to see what all the hammering was about......
.....long pause..........um What ya doing?....
Never even picked my head up as I was sure laser beams would be piercing my skull if I did...
Answer: " ah lofting the boat"
(I was fairly sure my life was in jepardy at this point..)
Long pause................
Doing it in the kitchen huh?.....she says
"Yup ....only place with enough room.....".....still didn't pick my head up
Reply " yea I guess I can understand that......."
I figured I should start to feel the flesh on the back of my neck burning at any moment now...but nothing yet......
Reply " How long is it going to be here?"
I replied......oh a week... ( it ended up being two....)
LONG PAUSE.....................Im starting to sweat now....
Reply from her....." I suppose you don't want me to walk on it?"
She's a Keeper!
Dave