I don’t really think I like woodworking all that much. I’m never satisfied with what I’ve made. I’m good enough at it to get myself in trouble, and not to make something I’m terribly inspired by or happy with. And in the summer when it’s hot and I’m working with green-wood posts, well, it’s easy to get agitated. And on Wednesday and Fridays when I’m vegan? It’s not a recipe for successful craftsmanship, though I did make good progress on the wood shed. It’s all put together. I’ve got to secure it to the existing shed, then I’ve got to work out how the joists will hang on it, then the strapping on top of that, then the roofing on top of that. Then I can build out the shelves a bit, they’re a bit sparse. And it’ll need a plywood bottom on the part where the plywood scraps will go. 

So, another few days of work and another few hundred bucks of whatever. The roof-metal will be the most expensive part. So I’m not looking forward to that. Or maybe I am, I don’t know, spending money is weird like that. You get the thing, but if you do it wrong, you also get a dash of anxiety to go along with it. 

This things just a big rack to hold more junk I gotta pay for. Or maybe I can make wood for it, but then I’d have to buy a wood-miser.

Perhaps I should have gone into finance. Then I could be into cars.