Here we go with post #4 and already I'm doubting my ability to commit to Blogging. How do you people do this?! I mean with kids and packing lunches and soccer practice and going to work... is this why Meth was invented? Just so folks could stay up for hours on end to do all of the above and then blog about it?
Lately, and more often than I care to admit, my conversations with friends have begun with them saying something to the effect of, "Hey, I saw an old pallet in the dumpster at work and I thought of you." What do you do with a statement like that?! I'm not sure if I should take offense of be flattered; I'll opt for the latter.
I'm currently working on a farmhouse table for someone and got a lead on some really old barn wood. Emphasis on the word "really" and also on "old"... and while we're at it, "barn wood". So I enlisted my brother-in-law and drove out to the old Cooper Family Farm tucked away behind the Guilford College campus. I grew up near here and spent many a Saturday afternoon riding my bike across that campus as a kid with his sights set on a nearby gas station to blow my allowance on candy, soda and Topps baseball cards. Secret: I never even really liked baseball cards, but my friends did, and you know what they say about peer pressure. Good thing my friends didn't like Justin Beiber. But I digress...
When we rolled out of my swagger wagon with two crowbars and a pair of gloves looking like hosts of a ghetto HGTV show, this is what stood before us: