Well, I not only completed my new set of sawhorses yesterday, I also managed to finish a sturdy outdoor table designed to hold my smallest grill—the one I use when doing a couple of steaks or a few kebobs—at a more convenient cooking height.
I think I'm on a roll!
Unfortunately, this morning's sky is overcast and threatening rain, so I may not be able to take advantage of any lingering momentum. And tomorrow, family members will be arriving for a visit. So who knows when I'll be able to get back to my outdoor construction projects.
However, I've already had a breakfast omelet, two cups of coffee, and a banana, plus I've written the column which I usually write on Friday. In addition, a jaunty song sparrow just took center stage atop the rose briar beyond my workroom window and delighted me with a brief but boisterous serenade.
Whether I get much else accomplished or not, I already count the day a success!
4 comments:
Are we going to be allowed to get a glimpse of this sturdy table in a photograph Grizz?
Weaver…
Why, yes—I can do that, though I may wait until I've finished the taller, bar-height counter which I envision sitting at right angle alongside. But I'll happily show off my country carpentry creations.
HI GRIZZ - oh how I enjoy your outdoor 'man' doings. Nothin' better than a guy doing guy thuings out doors. For me? It is the biggest turn on ever! Skipp knows that I will be after him following any kind of man type outdoor stuff, chopping wood, building, digging, planting, and so forth. Makes me wild!! Good thing I am not your neighbor :-)
Love you and all that you are, do, believe, share...
Gail
peace.....
Gail…
Well, huh—funny you should mention this rarely discussed subject…the, uh, Effect of Manly Work On Women.
When I do such dusty, sweaty, muscle-flexing he-man type outdoor work, Myladylove is also quite moved, inspired you might say, and reacts predictably…usually by meeting me at the back door with a revised and expanded list of projects which she'll be happy to discuss at length just as soon as I shower and put on clean clothes. She can get a bit wild about it, too—sometimes insisting I kick off my shoes and "get out of those filthy clothes!" before stepping foot into house, in case I might decant sawdust along the hall on my way to the bathroom.
Yup, I certainly know that reaction well. :-D
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