The wrong guy, maybe. Not a trained boat builder. Just a writer, a guy who lives a lot of his life in his mind, nurturing fantasies about boats. Oh yes, I worked in a wood shop briefly as a belt sander, so I know a very little bit about power tools. Very little. I spend most of my days on the phone or pounding a keyboard for my job as a newspaper reporter.
That drill gaffe occurred on Saturday morning of Labor Day weekend. I had planned to make lots of progress with the hardware in those three days. Instead, I spent a good deal of Sunday fixing my error. In fact, I was still fixing it the following weekend.
Fortunately, I had not yet cut the rectangular hole to seat the block. I am left with three small holes which serve no purpose.
What to do?
I will fill them.
I will paint the filler white like the rest of the deck.
I will do my best to hide them.
If only I could stop myself moaning about it!
Slowly, I am adjusting to my mistake.
First, I've come to understand it was not so bad. Three wrong holes, no big deal.
Second, I am coaching myself to go even slower, think things through again and again. Remember, I tell myself, you are not a boatbuilder. You are a writer. You have to take extra care.
Slowly, with lots of reflection, I'm finishing the backstay installation, pondering if it will interact (hopefully not) with the boom bridle which I've now decided to put in.
I'm giving lots of thought to the forestay fitting, because that oddity really calls for some fancy drilling right through the deck and into the stem.
While it makes me nervous, I'm excited about doing the work.
Despite my goofs, I'm enjoying this business of putting hardware on my Lightning.
It is worth getting scared and excited about.
When I'm done, I will have rigged a Lightning.
And that is a complicated job.
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