We’re all only fragile
threads, but what a tapestry we make – Jerry Ellis
Ah, the joys of retirement.
I held my a trusty tape measure against a piece of wood, made
a magical mark, measured a second time (as any wood-working professional
would), confirmed the measurement was true and accurate, then proceeded to cut
the door trim with my miter saw at an angle set for the proper number of
degrees. When finished, I carried and tested the finished product against the
door frame and – voila! It was too short. It seems I mitered the board in the
wrong direction from my mark. Uff-da!
It’s ironic being a man who worked some thirty three years
for a Jewish Carpenter from Nazareth (the carpenter – not me) and finding
myself with all that experience still being able to make that sort of mistake.
What a life! The double irony is that I don’t recall ever cutting a sermon too
short!
But life moves on. One can’t stop trying just because things
don’t work out as planned the first time and, to be honest, I know my skills
with wood and saws well enough to confess I actually figured something like
that would happen, so I made sure I had extra wood on hand!
Hah! Take that, o ye Fates!!!
I don’t mind admitting failure. Oh sure, there was a time I
would have swept the sawdust under the rug and denied ever making an error like
that, but that was so long ago the Allosauruses who might have tattled on me
have gone the way of all the rest of the dinosaurs. And besides, it’s possible I’ve
grown wiser. What’s the fun in hiding the funny things we mortals do, anyway?
I’m sure it isn’t funny to the tree that gave it’s all so I
could trim the doorway in our home, but I managed to put the scrap lumber to
use for smaller trim pieces that were also needed, so all was not lost. I have
come to realize that life is too short to sweat the petty stuff. As someone
once said, “Those who’ve never made a mistake have never done anything.”
The fact is there was nothing wrong with the door trim or
baseboards in our house – or the spare bedrooms, to be more precise – but they
don’t match the rest of the trim in the house which was updated prior to our
buying it. We thought it would be nice to finish the update. Note: I use the
term “we” quite loosely, but let’s not quibble over details. The fact is that
left to my own devices, I would prefer to lean on my Lazy Gene (but misplaced
it during the move).
So anyway, there’s work to do, although it is work of a
different sort. I now have the time to practice doing things I’ve not done much
of, and that is a nice change of pace, although the pace is quite glacial and
needs to be timed with a calendar rather than a stop watch (and I slow down
even more if anyone stops to watch me – I’m not fond of having an audience when
playing with sharp objects like saws and drills, nails and hammers, and the
like).
One of the pleasant things about doing my own honey-do
woodwork is I can admire the greater skills of genuine carpenters. The good
news is it was professionals who did the public spaces in our home, and the
areas upon which I have been toiling away are and will be hidden away from the
rest of the world (except maybe horror house movie makers – here’s a shout out
to Hollywood).
That’s as it should be. While I know I shall improve over
time (gaining experience along the way), I also know I will never be perfect.
That job, thankfully, belongs to God.
In the meantime, I continued to measure multiple times and
by the time I got to the last bit of trim, I had gotten the angle on doing
miters a mite better and faster. And where my splices are sloppy, I have
discovered the joy of wood putty (but I’ll save that story for another time).
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