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.