Home sick

Home sick
As I told everyone interested in building some boats, forget about January....I find myself in Wilmington Delaware undergoing flight training for a new aircraft at FlightSafety. My job is normally not too time intensive but training for a new aircraft can be verry lenghty. Fortunately,I only have one week left to this 3 weeks sentence. I trudge on as I miss my family tremendously. All my free time is spent sketching boats and reading dystopic novels trying to forget this drab place and escape the confine of my standard beige hotel room. I hope to dream up a spectacular boat. It shall be the verry one I will build along side yours for the next few months in my shop. The tought keep me grounded.

  As I expected,the world outside of SaltSpring island is still a world where people describe and identify themselves by the job they have. I met dozens of pilots in the last two weeks but I know little about them beside their profession. Only on SaltSpring, it seems, you can meet and talk to people for a long time without ever knowing what they do as a career. Are we what we do or are we what we like to do? 

I first started to refer to myself as a boat builder on a trip to Turkey 5 years ago. I uttered the statement in response to the standard question about my livelihood. You see, the man wanted to sell me a cello saddlebag and I, at the time, though that david the pilot ran a greater risk of being ripped off than the boatbuilder would. I got a great price after a lot of talking and a lot of tea as it is the custom over there. But ever since that moment, I allowed myself to finally identify with what I truly love to.

Unfortunately, David the pilot is shackled spending four hours a day in the flight simulator rehearsing dire and ever so unlikely emergencies in unending processions.  All the while, the boat builder in me is pondering the next boat in his mind's eye.
You see.....
Conventional wisdom say it is unlikely that boat building will ever pays all the bills for me.
However
Conventional wisdom used to say that my brother would always be struggling as a musician.
Now he is the first in my family to have his name in wikipedia.
Strange things happen everyday...