Unfinished projects...

[plutherus]

I took apart my bed today, in preparation for the move to San Francisco. It's not coming with me. I don't have any room in my new place to work on it, and I never got around to finishing it here. It represents hundreds of hours of work, designing, sawing, measuring, cutting, putting the pieces together. And now it's just so much scrap lumber. If I'd finished it, I would have given it away or sold it if none of my friends wanted it. But I didn't. No drawers and no paint. A facade only a mother could love. I look at it now, and remember sketching the design, cutting the wood, learning how to join various pieces in various ways. All the time I spent in the back hard, hunched over the boards while I made it. All the weekends spent sawing, hammering, and drilling. Not to mention the dozens of trips to Home Depot. I learned a lot making this. I thought I'd end this entry sadly with pointing out that now it's just a pile of lumber waiting to be hauled off. A symbol of yet another project in a long string that I started and never finished. But I learned a lot from doing it, and some day I'll have enough room for a woodshop again. And a workbench so I don't have to kneel in the grass in the backyard to work. And a real tablesaw. Yeah, that'll be nice. No, I learned a lot from the project, and I'll do it again sometime. I'm not sad.