The Mountain Still Isn't Talking

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Blog entry by Phil Brown posted 04-21-2007 08:00 PM 703 reads 0 times favorited 3 comments Add to Favorites Watch

Got back home at 1:30 this morning, my second night behind the wheel of a big rig after a hiatus of five and a half years. Can’t get in the workshop today to complete a dining table refinish job as my wife’s car popped a rear torsion bar.

Missed getting my painting to the Ducks Unlimited auction too with our lives wrapped around this new facet taking up my time, a different way to pay the bills. A bump in the road only, I hope. Oh well, I’ll give it to my good neighbor across the street, and forego the tax receipt. I’ll post it for you Debbie as you were hoping to see it.

They gave me the truck last night that I will keep to do this dedicated run. Its a condo on wheels. You can stand on the bottom bunk and not touch the roof. There’s a second bunk up above, and a tv and vcr. Man, I could get most of the equipment in my 14’ x 20’ workshop in that thing. Navigating a several hundred year old core of a city like Montreal on a Friday night with an almost 70’ rig is quite a chore.

Yep. Went by my friend the mountain twice last night and it wasnt talking. Couldn’t even guess what kind of a mood it was in. I suppose that if you’ve been around as long as my friend has you acquire the patience to get reacquainted at your own pace.

Thankfully I can wind down in the wee hours with LumberJocks. And I mean thankfully. After being at the factory for 4 years, home every day, even for lunch, and home for 17 months in the workshop after the plant was bought by the competition and dissolved, it’s hard to get the road head to settle down when I come in the door. I’m so used to a slower, more peaceful pace of life now, even got rid of cablevision. We watch The Waltons on DVD instead. Waiting for season 5 to come out.

But, I’m determined to use this situation to refocus on making signature caskets. I’m planning another one. Even though I didn’t have an order for the first, ”Christy’s Casket” , the way it came about was from above. It must be my calling.

Got up a little blue this morning thinking I’m being dragged away from my calling, almost by force. Makes me think of a verse Christy’s husband quotes about spiritual warfare. In my vernacular it reads “the kingdom of heaven suffers violence , and the violent take it by force”. I guess that if I want this part of my heart badly enough I’ll have to fight for it.

And if the mountain doesn’t want to talk? Well, I’d rather be in the workshop than trying to play head games with some big old, tree covered hunk of rock anyway.

-- Phil Brown, Ontario

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#1 posted 04-21-2007 11:20 PM

Phil good luck in finding your calling. It’s nice to have money come in so you can do the things that you want.

Unwind and get back to the shop.

-- I've been blessed with a father who liked to tinker in wood, and a wife who lets me tinker in wood. Southern Delaware soon moving to Virginia †

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#2 posted 04-22-2007 09:07 PM

Karson’s got the ticket. Just know you’re on the right path and sometimes thats all we have to be thankful for, and for me, that was enough. GB. jockmike

-- (You just have to please the man in the Mirror) Mike from Michigan -

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#3 posted 04-25-2007 04:53 PM

and enjoy the ride – wherever it is going!

-- ~ Debbie, Canada (

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