Sunshine Day...

Monday April 26th
Sunny shine! I love this weather. I am one of those people who would be completely and totally satisfied with 65 and sunny for 365 days a year. Perhaps there is somewhere else I could move to find this climate, but I haven’t heard of it yet. I’m a bit bummed today because I am at work and my husband is home. However, after speaking to him on the phone this afternoon and hearing about the great projects he has going……I’m better off at work. He has been wanting to prep the truck for our camper for a few weeks now and apparently today was the day. When I called him he stated that the truck was “in pieces”. Now, to most people, this would probably escape their notice, however, to my trained ears, this statement had the same tone as a fire alarm. He has a brand new truck, you see. That, combined with his crazy need to take things apart and rebuild them, made me very happy to be at work. It may sound mild. You are thinking, oh what is the big deal, I know. But you have never met my husband. You see, if I take something apart (and I generally go to any length to keep things together and avoid the following situations) I will put it back together as quickly as possible, in the most logical order I see. I will exclude parts that I deem unnecessary and hope that it works. I am not a perfectionist by any means. My husband, on the other hand, will set and reset, glue and re-glue, sand and re-sand, get it all done and find it one millimeter off center, and take it apart and start over. He will repeat this process until he is completely satisfied that the resulting product could not be any better. He has no need for food or water, sleep or conversation. He loses all track of time and space and heaven help the person who tries to remind him of those things. For example, as I sit here writing this quick note, he texts me that it is 2:45pm and he has just finished this job that he began at 11:00am. He states that the second tie down did not fit properly, so he had to “mill out a hole and grind the bottom”. Whatever that means, it reaffirms my belief that being at work is a slightly better deal today. In some of my classes we have discussed personality traits. Doug and I are as opposite in some things as two people can be, but exactly the same in many many others. Funny how that works. Another good example of that would be if you asked us both to put together a chair from the pieces in the box (true story). Doug would get out a tape measure, clamps, wood glue, and newspaper. I would ram the pieces together with whatever utensil was the closest. I believe at the time it was a screwdriver. Mine would be put together faster, possible slightly crooked, with at least one piece upside down or backwards. Doug would still be gluing the third piece in. He would later proceed to take my chair completely apart, begin from the beginning, and put it back together. Lucky for me I am married to my best friend and I am more than happy to let him take the lead on gluing chairs together. Anyway, had I been home today I am sure that I would have somehow been involved in the destruction and subsequent reconstruction of our truck. I feel like it probably went better without me and that there will be more 60 degree days to enjoy.

Projects

I never know what to write when I actually sit down to accomplish something. Do I write about my family, who are always entertaining? Or my personal love story, starring my absolutely gift from God husband? How about a book about my dad, who is ever inspiring? Or my great grandparents, who were weathered, rural, and lived well into their eighties? How does one choose what to write about? There are so many days where I think to myself, I need a project. Really Erin? Have you looked around? Your house was built sometime before 1925 and you think you need a project? Paint, plaster, clean for God’s sake. Right. Obviously, someone as busy as me does not have time to empty out and scrub the kitchen cupboards. Projects are different. My husband would entirely agree. He believes that my “projects” are black holes where great ideas go to never be seen or heard from again. Projects are not things so simple as cleaning out the cabinets or accomplishing a scrubbed down bathroom. That would be too easy, and too clean. Normally, when I decide to start a project, I get about ½ to ¾ of the way through before I become distracted and take up something else. For example, I had these great maple chairs that my grandmother gave me for my teensy tiny apartment in college. She had painted them pink and when they arrived at my house, I coated them in 17 coats of black paint. Unfortunately, I didn’t sand them first and so they dried tacky and I eventually peeled off much of the paint. When I moved in with my boyfriend-now-husband, I decided that they needed to be sanded down and refinished. My husband, being the ever handy carpenter type, provided me with a hand sander and tools. He was even kind enough to give me a respirator mask. Unfortunately, as is his usual style, he provided little to no instruction assuming that his brilliant wife would already know how to do this. Ha. After finishing one chair my hands were so sore I couldn’t grip a pencil for a week. When I took up the second chair about a month later, my husband was kind enough to mention that I was doing it all wrong. He then showed me the proper way to sand. Who would have thought that you have to go at the pace of a slug? Seriously, I do not have time for that. So, after finding out that it was much more intricate and time consuming than I had first thought, I burned the chairs. Don’t tell grandma.