Me Of Little Faith
It all started with a comment from a friend of Graham’s who has seen his way around a wood shop or two and is leading a more flexible, childless, student life at the moment: “why don’t you just build your outdoor table?” Then he proceeded to tell Graham about Anna White, the impressive Alaskan who builds many things and posts the plans on her site. Sparks flew in Graham’s brain. He became the little engine that could. He was going to build a table from scratch, damnit. As the supportive, loving wife that I am, I rolled my eyes, pointed out the obstacles and eventually threw in the hatchet with one very skeptical, “yes, dear.” A few weeks later, we had friends over and Graham told them how he was going to build a table. Friends sharing my skepticism, asked: “And how are you going to do that?” Graham’s response: “I bought a saw.” As if a saw also came with a package full of woodworking skills and experience. In Graham’s typical ways, our skepticism fueled the fire. I’m not just going to build a table; it’s going to be perfect, damnit. Well, five weekends later and we can all shut our trappers. Handyman Graham has got mad skills.
He built a table perfectly. It’s absolutely gorgeous and we’ll treasure it for many, many years to come. I’m one proud wife who is eating humble pie.
Weatherly Sofa Careful about showing your full talents to those who love you; they may just take advantage of the free labor. Love ya, handyman Graham.
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