So, apparently we had a hurricane last night. This is what the T-House O’Steel looks like so far. It’s at times like these when I’m reminded of what a long, hot, dry summer we’ve had in Beacon, New York. It’s also a time when all I can do is step back and look at what I’ve done and ask – how did I get myself into this whole thing?
I’ve mentioned my love for the trailer. This is pretty much how I felt when we finally picked it up back in the beginning of September. If it has ever been possible to be so in love with an inanimate object, I sheepishly want to confess my adulation for this trailer. Though I know it’s wrong, shallow, possibly fetishistic or idolatrous, I want to admit to feeling so blissfully content at just looking at it with the kind of love only a sailor could feel for a ship. Though I know as much about auto mechanics as I do about sailing (not much), it’s not just the square galvanized steel tubing and electric brakes that get me excited – it’s the dream it sparks in me every time I glance at this thing. I’d like to think that it’s not just a golden calf on chrome wheels that I’m worshiping, but instead it’s something that is beyond what could be created by human hands – Isn’t that what dreams are made of?