Month: August 2019

Today is my 41st birthday. I woke up pensive. Maybe it’s the rain but I’m certain that was dialed in to heaven on my behalf. I enjoy the gray more than most. It seems to hush all the other boisterous primary colors and I need that at times. Birthdays tend to be reflective times. I … Continue reading birthday

I used the miter saw yesterday for the first time in I can’t remember when. Strangely, it took me a moment to recall how to unlock it. Just a brief moment. It all came flooding back to me, though: the how-to, fear, sorrow, and recklessness. Woodworking doesn’t evoke any of these emotions; it was what … Continue reading saw