|Sunrise at a decent hour.|
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
-- William Shakespeare from Richard The Third
The Winter of Our Discontent... Well... Sorta
Still waiting on 'glorious summer'. But gotta admit that winter has its own pleasures.
Our project has come a ways since last you heard from us (posting on that, soon), but we're slogging against low temps and wet. Meanwhile, many of the winter chores are coming due on the caretaker side of our arrangement (sawing wood in freezing weather). Construction personnel come and go, with varying degrees of unforeseen social and site-related interactions. The holidays sapped our will with temptations and gratifications.
In short, we're 'slow as molasses in January'.
But we're in a gorgeous spot, overlooking two of the shoal, intricate waterways we love. To the southwest is unlimited line-of-sight to the horizon. To the west and south snow enshrouded peaks and ridges soar over the dark conifers of our foreshore. The animals of winter delight in the paradise we all inhabit, feasting, socializing and playing in sheltered nooks.
So we're picking away, as we can. The bottom is complete and coppered, and the boat lowered off the jigs. The mid-deck is soon to be completed. We've started upholstery projects near the fire. Even managed one coat of clear on the salon and bunk overheads.
Meanwhile, a batch of spruce wine turned out tasty. Our fire is warm and our hearts joyous.
Tipping a cup o' kindness your way, dear Readers, and wishing you well for the New Year!
Dave and Anke
PS. This just in... a head-to-head of the Split Junk Rig we're planning vs Bermudian. Thanks to RWL at volkscruiser.blogspot.com for the heads up!