Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Two more notes on the raised bed I built this weekend.

1) After I finished fastening the final piece of wood, I stood back and examined my handiwork. I saw ungainly gaps and numerous imperfections.

"Not my finest work," I thought to myself.

Then I remembered that this is probably the only thing I've ever built out of wood, so by definition it IS my finest work! Hoo hoo! and also my worst.

2) I posted my old boss, Scott, on instant messenger on Tuesday to notify him of my wood working accomplishment. He's probably the handiest guy I know, so I was eager tell him about what I had built. He asked lots of questions and generally thought it was a pretty cool project.

"I'm very proud of you," he typed, "especially considering that a few years ago you were the guy ready to hire an exterminator to spray a wasp's nest."

(Scott was referring to the time that I found a wasp's nest in my backyard under the deck and, being unfamiliar with how to deal with nests of hundreds of stinging insects, assumed that calling an expert was the right answer. I was unaware that you could spend $3.00 on a can of wasp spray and just spray the nest.)

"Dude!" I replied, "Those were WASPS! Very dangerous!"

"Oh man," Scott said, "That story still slays out here in the foothills."

Sweet. I'm amusing people long distance.


Bones said...

"Sweet. I'm amusing people long distance."

Isn't that what a blog is for?

Sue said...

Can't wait to hear all about your green thumb.

Mike said...

Bones, let me rephrase. "Sweet. I'm unintentionally amusing people long distance." It's the difference between laughing with and laughing at.

Sue, oh, I'm sure my tales of watching the vegetables grow will be very exciting.