I ordered a fair bit of wood months ago, and it was just delivered this evening, in the rain. 60 2x4s, 8’, and 30 4x4s, 12’. They’re sopping wet (green, even) and I’m frankly unsure if I need to let them dry before I begin work. If I do, this thing won’t be done until next summer, which isn’t particularly acceptable.
The man who delivered them did so by slamming them into my driveway. What must be a literal ton of wood stacked in his truck, he just tipped until it slid, reached a point of no return, and dropped with a booming sound; left a bit of a divot in the gravel.
I wouldn’t say the guy’s an asshole, but there was an element of country-city adversariality (is that a real word?) going on. Because my house is blue maybe, or because I’m not wearing Carhartt, or maybe it’s because I was wearing muckboots over boxerbriefs, or because I complained to him about multiple months of delays.
It wasn’t a charming experience but the price is right.
Craftsmanship has a relationship to time I’ve not quite worked out. On the one hand you’ve got to be quick enough to make a profit, on the other, you’ve got to be patient enough to make something really exceptional. That latter bit is something I’ve been trying to focus on while stitching up this old carhartt jacket. It’s not for any real project, I’ve got no deadline, there’s no rush, I can take my time, I can make it perfect.
It’s what I’ve decided to do with my time so I ought to do it correctly. What’d be the point of rushing just to have something slightly shittier?
The man who delivered them did so by slamming them into my driveway. What must be a literal ton of wood stacked in his truck, he just tipped until it slid, reached a point of no return, and dropped with a booming sound; left a bit of a divot in the gravel.
I wouldn’t say the guy’s an asshole, but there was an element of country-city adversariality (is that a real word?) going on. Because my house is blue maybe, or because I’m not wearing Carhartt, or maybe it’s because I was wearing muckboots over boxerbriefs, or because I complained to him about multiple months of delays.
It wasn’t a charming experience but the price is right.
Craftsmanship has a relationship to time I’ve not quite worked out. On the one hand you’ve got to be quick enough to make a profit, on the other, you’ve got to be patient enough to make something really exceptional. That latter bit is something I’ve been trying to focus on while stitching up this old carhartt jacket. It’s not for any real project, I’ve got no deadline, there’s no rush, I can take my time, I can make it perfect.
It’s what I’ve decided to do with my time so I ought to do it correctly. What’d be the point of rushing just to have something slightly shittier?