I always remember the terrible shock when I spied hundreds of men, squadrons of concrete trucks, cohorts of diggers, starting work on the LHC. Having spent some 10 years involved in the negotiations on funding plans and political support, all of which is very abstract, it was sobering to see that it was actually happening.  We were like committed.

The same is true of my boat project.

I get up very early on Monday and race over to Chinen san’s yard. We are going to truck my trailer down to the Ginowan Marina.

I love my trailer

I get to ride in the truck, which makes me very excited.

We unload in Ginowan.

So the trailer is in place. All I need now is a boat. Maybe I should start calling her Kanusha because that is her name.

I will be spending a lot of time here.

Kanusha is on her way. She is a bit like an arranged marriage wife. I do not know her yet we are committed to spending the rest of our lives together. I agonize that the uprights on the trailer are too narrow for her ample girth.  Well, let’s ask Doris.

Anyway, I am committed.