I finished a project this week for Hurricane and Tornado to
play with. It is a chalkboard with an oak frame about two feet by four feet. I
have been planning to do it for over a year but these things take time. Sure,
they don’t take that much time, but I am sure I have mentioned how lazy I am in
the past. It turned out pretty good and I have hopes that it will take them a day
or two before it is totally destroyed. They picked it up today on the way home
and it was a big hit while they were here. I think Tornado will be especially
pleased to have a new outlet for his creativity. Oh, he is definitely a “lefty”.
I built a couple of bird houses (yeah, I know, “old man
hobby”) and managed to put them up this week. I call them bird houses, but more
than likely they will be cat feeders. I placed them where I can look at them,
but no self respecting bird would choose to live in locations like that. So, I
guess I will have a couple of bird houses filled with birds with no self
respect. Just so long as they keep the music turned down after 11:00 and pay the rent on time, we should get
along just fine. Well, as fine as you can get with beasts whose ancestors were dinosaurs.
I hope to get some carving done this weekend, because I have
promised Hurricane a carved caricature for his birthday. I hope it turns out,
but women and kids are hard to please at the best of times, and making fun of
how they look is never a big hit. I have also plans for some beefy saw horses
that my son can use when he builds his garage. They aren’t pretty, but
hopefully they will be serviceable.
I tell you this not to brag, but because I noticed that
doing these creative things is much more satisfying than watching even the best
show on TV. I know, it is hard to believe! I do get joy from this kind of
thing, but I also avoid doing it for some reason.
I remember driving with my dad once and he stopped to look
at a house being built. He told me that he sometimes wished that he worked in
construction so that after the day was done he could step back and see what he
had accomplished. His job involved pushing papers around for the most part and
if it was anything like my job, you never seemed to get ahead. Oh, work would
get done, but the next day there was another pile and the day after that had
another pile, and on and on and on. He drove off after a while and he was
pretty silent for the rest of the drive. I guess he was dreaming of paths not
taken and wondering just where he would be if…
Either that or he was an agent of some kind keeping an eye
on a spy, using me as a prop to give him and excuse to be parked on the street.
Perhaps instead of dreaming about paths not taken, he was contemplating ways to
end someone’s life. He was in Her Majesties service and served time behind
enemy lines in WWII. He would have made a great spy, he never talked about
anything and who would suspect him living in suburban Toronto
No, it is nice to get some things done; now I can sit around
for a couple of weeks doing nothing…guilt free!
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