Nah, you guys know my whole purpose in life is to make others feel good. Or at least to make others feel.
The truth about the old boat guy is he's incredible. I'm not interested in boats, but I am interested in life lessons and there are so many life lessons to learn from boat restoration.
I don't know why I like to curl up with my laptop and go to the old boat guy's blog and watch him take his old boat apart, then carefully put it back together. There's something so soothing about it. So soothing that I've actually cried a few times while reading it (metaphorical tears, of course--which means real tears over metaphoric truths.)
Maybe because it took him so much time and effort and dedication and care and commitment and patience. Who is that patient anymore?
Or maybe because he had to be so precise. Who is that patient AND precise anymore?
Or maybe because every step of his restoration process is a perfect metaphor for what we are in our master's hands and how patiently our master toils over each one of us in order to restore us to our perfect state because we can't do it ourselves.
Whatever it is, I'm thankful there are still people out there like the boring old boat guy.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that, in case you didn't get the hidden truths embedded in all the mysteries wrapped in riddles inside the enigmas in my diary.