Hi My name is Lenny and I am a woodworker-aholic. I am just back from a wonderful vacation and must admit, I missed my shop more than my children and grandchildren! No, not really but wow, I really missed the shop and liken my daily use of it to an addiction. As a retired man, I go into my shop on a daily basis. Even the days I do no work in it, I at least “visit” to check in on my current project, maybe remove a set of clamps from the day before, or just pull up the blinds in anticipation of coming back later in the day.
My wife and I visited Arizona for the first time, specifically Sedona and the Grand Canyon. My but you Arizonians (Arizonans, if you prefer) have a beautiful state. Sedona is all it was cracked up to be. The “Red Rock City” is beautiful, majestic and inviting. The Grand Canyon is anything but a big hole in the ground. While I greatly enjoyed these sights, I still found myself lying in my hotel bed thinking about “the shop” and how I didn’t get to visit it that day. This hobby, this craft, this passion of ours is deeply set as an integral part of our being. How many times, at various restaurants, did I ask my wife, while waiting for our food, “What kind of wood is this table made from, Hon?” She’s gotten pretty adept at identifying wood species.
Anyway, we got back home just after midnight this morning and I’ve been to the shop several times to get my fix. We watched our grandson for my daughter today so I didn’t do any work but while he slept, I went out and puttered around, cleaned up a bit, put a few things away, etc.
Yes, my name is Lenny and I am a woodworker-aholic.
-- On the eighth day God was back in His woodworking shop! Lenny, East Providence, RI