I just gave away two woodies to get freedom and room!
I used to want to build a teardrop, but lost my '50 Merc 4-door stock restoration in a "relationship squabble." Life is good.
I don't seem to be able too retire. I try, but can't make it stick. I've been an academic/learner/teacher most of my life, but politics has rendered that an untenable profession, IMHO. Whenever I got burned out I went to woodworking (custom furniture, boats, cabinets), but couldn't make that stick either. Now I build one piece of furniture at a time, on my own schedule.
No offense, but I'm no longer nimble enough for a TD, so a wee canned ham entices. It's still a paper dream, likely waiting until I restore my '55.1 Chevy 3100--or sell it. And the house. Moving closer to kids/grandkids/warmer-drier clime.
If/when I get a round tuit, it'll likely be an aluminum clad standie, harkening to my "traditional" boatbuilding time on the inside. No dang wiring! Kero lighting, bulkhead heater and cobb, ice for refrigeration. I understand that level of technology.
I know I'm likely demented. Fun isn't it?
Oh. Whidby's Isle, Salish Sea, Upper Left Corner. Kermit. I'll go back to lurking now.