Bear with me on this. Have you ever watched the movie The Great Escape? The one where they have to go down the hole and then tunnel away? And keep on doing this until they reached the other side of the fence? This was Nina’s weekend, sans moving dirt. Her job was to figure out the platform for the autopilot and all the supporting cleats and whatnot that go into that project. This meant innumerable trips up the ladder, across the cockpit, down the locker hatch, crawling on hands and knees under the cockpit to measure things, wrestle them in place only to have to unwrestle them, take them out and recut, redo or re-something them. Multiple, interesting bruises later, exhaustion has clearly set in. Technical and proper names are no longer readily available. And thinking in three dimensions is not something that you normally have to worry about as a knitter. Bill was moaning about having to drill more holes to cast. At least he got to be standing up, and in a position that did not remind one of World War II tunneling movies or multiple trips down the rabbit hole. Marsden got to polish more. He got to be outside, and standing up. No sympathy from the tunneler.
In many ways, we are at the “are we there yet?” stage of the project. The real excitement for the week was bees. Tom had a swarm attach itself to a tree in his yard. Being city folk, we’d never seen anything like it. Even more exciting was watching another swarm of bees swarming.