Whatever I did in early December to irritate the trucking company who is allegedly hauling my cedar from Vermont, it was profound. After a long dormant period in a cold Vermont shipping yard, the planks have been on a slow tour of the United States, getting as far west as Chino, California last week. Last I heard it was headed for Phoenix, so there is hope I will see it this year.

The good part is that I have been able to spend weeks in my obsessive compulsive manner, finishing off the shop—building and filling a woodshed to heat the place, detailing the doors and windows in pumpkin colored trim, building a rack of drawers to get the tools off my bench, sorting, filing, organizing. It will make the boat project so much more pleasant.