I said that I might assemble birdhouses after a bit of computer time because I have almost two dozen individual stacks of wood piled up on different surfaces in the workshop.
While my wife shared a few words about her own plans, my fidgety mind took me instantly to my crowded workbench and I saw myself tap, tap, tapping nails into scores of pieces of lumber using one of my two favourite hammers (and - honestly - not a nailer and compressor from Canadian Tire to speed up my work).
["My two favourite hammers are ready for action": photos GAH]
My body actually shifted gears.
Instead of wanting to continue to sit and relax with my wife, dark roast in hand, I strongly felt I needed to get up and walk home so I could start to work.
I then actually stood up as if to say, it’s time to go.
Thank goodness my wife wasn’t offended.
I think after mentioning her own plans she was happy to get on her way as well.
Good thing we sometimes think and act alike.
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Yup, I dodged a bullet and - alive and well - can soon retire to the shop.
Does a “come on, let’s go” feeling ever come over you and get you into trouble?
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