I was never of the opinion that doing difficult things for their own sake was justified, contrary to what you might choose to believe. Take Reuben, for instance. He's a guy in my boat building training class. Because by the way, I am taking a boat building training class. But anyway, he's this guy who rowed four days in a row, for twelve hours a day, eating a power bar every 20 minutes and drinking six gallons of Gatorade a day. Now I'm not saying a person might not enjoy a little row, or even rowing 52 miles solo, which is what he did, but why not bring along a nice apple? Or maybe some raisins? I asked him and he said he doesn't even like the taste of Powerbars. And what's with eating them every 20 minutes. Plus, where did he pee?

Anyway, it turned out he was planning on doing a 1200 mile row. So all my point is is that its ok to admire extreme feats of difficulty, but you might want a nice crisp apple every now and then. Reuben told me the whole feat was mostly a struggle with his will. Because I guess after a while you get pretty tired of rowing and want to stop.

As for the boat building, it is kind of interesting, if you like boat building. Which mostly involves sanding wood, and only ocaisionally involves peening over rivets, which I prefer. Peening, in case you are unfamiliar with swedging terms, is the process whereby a rivet is rounded over with a hammer and a swedge. Not wedge. Swedge.

Unfortunately, it now appears that my poor beloved honey might have to have one or two of her ribs removed. Which I find upsetting. But she is holding up like a champ, facing down the likelihood of the removal of two of her bones with great bravery. Thank you honey.