I build stuff. It sometimes takes several attempts (and band aids) to get it right but it relaxes me and I love the feeling of accomplishment when the coffee table, bookcase, or whatever is done and I can put it into use. I’ve got a great workshop in my garage that unfortunately I haven’t spent any time in for way too long. Too busy at work, too tired when I come home, weekends get filled with other things, etc. etc. etc. And because it’s such a handy place to do so, it became cluttered up with stuff I didn’t have any other place to put…always with the caveat that I was just putting it there for a short time until I could sort through it.
Anyhow, my lovely spousal unit finally got tired of the clutter and scheduled a weekend to clean up. When I said I might not be available that day she said “That’s OK, but I’m going to be tossing stuff and if you’re not there you don’t get to complain later.” So that helped me understand the importance of participating. And to tell the truth it was pretty liberating to finally see my shop emerge again. Then, last weekend I took another step and reorganized my major tools. When we put in new garage doors the salesperson said my dust collection ductwork would not need to be moved, but when the installer was done he’d torn down a significant percentage of my hard work. This necessitated moving machines and re-thinking workflow in the shop, which also required re-running ducts and hooking things back up. So that’s been my project this weekend.
I have managed so far to reaffirm that I’m not a sheet-metal worker by any stretch of the imagination.
All I’ll say is that:
1) thank goodness for duct tape (imagine!), and
2) I’m gonna need to buy more Band Aids.
