Pouslbo, WA- June 25, 2013
Let me state a fact: I am not a woodworker. At all. There's a history of it in my family, but I didn't inherit the gene.
One of my few attempts at a woodworking project was ten years ago. I made an outdoor planter box for my wife, which coincidentally fell apart about the same time as the marriage. The plants died long before.
But I believe in second chances. This spring when my love, Keri, and I decided to create a home together we knew we needed a large dining table. Between the two of us, we have 8 children. There were two choices: buy one and pay more than we could afford, or build one. We chose the later.
Today I bought the wood, and purchased the tools not already in my dusty collection. Today the building begins.
This is my attempt at accountability. If I tell people what I'm doing, I won't say "f-it!", get frustrated, and quit. Okay, I pretty sure I'll say "F-it!" and other colorful phrases during the process, but quitting is not an option. If the finished table looks nice, I won't complain; but, what I really want is for the thing to be sturdy and functional. Straight, even legs would be nice, too.
I also say, "if I can do it you can, too." This project's a reminder that if I equip myself with the right tools, supplies, and support, then follow directions I do anything -- even tasks for which I feel completely unqualified or too scared to attempt. I'm like George Plimpton in a wood shop.
The past couple of years haven't been easy for me; but, I've made it! This table will be proof.
I shall build my family a table.