I’ve been busy recently with a carpentry project. When I say carpentry, I’m talking about tolerances greater than 1/8″. Tolerances on furniture projects are typically pretty tight; plus or minus 1/8″ just doesn’t work in that context.
The project I’m currently engaged in is a cover for our patio. The patio was completed a couple of years ago, using the broken concrete from our old driveway for the floor. About the same time the floor was completed, I came across some cypress logs left over from the grape arbor restoration at nearby Rancho Los Alamitos. They were perfect for our use. Here’s a photo of the project in work.
The reason I’m mentioning this project has to do with the title of this post. While I was out in the alley behind the garage, with six 4 x 4 x 16′s strapped on top of my Toyota RAV4 (thanks to my Yakima rack), one of my neighbors drove by. He looked at the state of affairs and said, “You’re a compulsive builder, aren’t you?”
My first thought was, “…and your point is?…” I’m not sure quite how he meant it, but it made me think. Yes, I am a compulsive builder. No, there’s nothing wrong with that. I could quit any time… Well, maybe not.
I’m okay with the title, though. In fact, I kind of like it.
