Today was quixotic.
My hands feel like I think they might daily once I reach my 7th decade in life. A lot of cutting, sawing, pulling, pushing, drilling and so on…
And in the end: well let me put it this way: What on earth was I thinking using cardboard to attempt and build 3.5 meter high structures..?
Now a miracle please… because the show opens in 23 days!
(The super thick board that I made out of layers of corrugated cardboard is nowhere near stable enough to ever hold a vertical position. Now I have a serious problem.)
(or do I?)
Hmmmm….
Problems also give more ideas. But it feels frightfully late to start on new solutions.
Another serious issue is the weakness of my hands. I can not imagine them being of any use past just one more intensive day like today. Oh I am not a builder after all. But seriously: I am too weak, not whimpish, to do all this work on my own. And I have no assistant as yet, and the prognosis is that I will continue to put it all together in singular line-up.
I wonder, how long does it take to train up toes and feet to nimbly do hand's jobs?
