In my last blog, I mentioned I should write a whole blog about my wife. I know I’m not alone on this one, but I’m damn lucky to have her. You see, my wife and I have an unusual history together.
We first encountered each other when she was just 6, and I just a lad of 13. I was a Boy Scout, and our troop was camping on a private farm. One of the assistant Scoutmasters knew the owner and had arranged the whole trip. It was a fairly fun trip, with the exception of me almost drowning in the Muckalee creek that ran through this farm. For breakfast one morning, the owner and his family were invited down to join us for breakfast. There was this little girl with them. Truth be told, I only vaguely remember that breakfast. I think, mostly, I was preoccupied with near death…go figure. Still, if anyone had told me I was going to marry that little girl, I’d have told them they were nuts. She was just a kid!
Our lives weaved in an out a few more times, until I found myself in college as a non traditional student. We had mutual friends, and our friends were friends. It was pretty odd actually. Then one day, we met. It was in Walden books. She was sitting on the floor, looking at books, and doing one hell of a Yoda impression while her best friend was talking to a couple of my friends. Episode I was out recently, and Jar Jar Binks wasn’t nearly as annoying to me, and so I stuck my head around the corner and said “How wude!” We started talking. I got the digits, and was tickled to death.
I called a couple of times, and she was never home. So, I tried one last time. This time, she was on the phone and talking to me. She let me know pretty quickly that she had a boyfriend and was crazy about him. “OK, so what?” I thought. “Who ever has enough friends?” So, I just talked to her. For the first time in my life, I was the real me while talking to a girl. Two hours later, she still had the boyfriend, but she didn’t know how long it would last (she later told me she wasn’t really interested in me when she got on the phone, but was when she got off the phone…GO ME! :)). The next day, she called to tell me she had broken up with the boyfriend, and asked if I would meet her after she got off from work that night.
Now, despite this magical beginning, things haven’t always been puppies and daisies in the Tomcat household. We’ve had plenty of ups and downs, and I’ve often felt like she wasn’t very supportive of things I was interested in. That, however, is in the past.
When I first started talking about woodworking, I told her that I wanted heirloom quality tools. I wanted tools that would last for generations to come. Not only was she OK with this, she seemed to endorse the idea. When I priced quality tools, I was shocked at the cost. That lead me to the slippery slope called vintage tools. Again, she’s been nothing short of encouraging. She even said that, if nothing else, we’d end up with some really cool looking tools with cool stories about them. She’s right.
The other day, I was commenting on wanting a dovetail saw. I was in the bedroom watching TV when she came in. “Can you I get you to come look at something on eBay for me?” she said. Usually, this means something I could care less about. This time though, she had a half dozen back saws on the screen. She wanted me to let her know which would work as dovetail saws and which wouldn’t. Most of them would, so she added them to her watch list. She told me she would pay, if I wanted one. Well, the first one I made a play for fell through. I lost the auction by $1.00, and since I was at work when it ended, I couldn’t do much about it. Such is life.
Last night, I showed her the Lee Valley catalog, and the Wenzloff & Sons dovetail saw. She was ready to OK the purchase right then and there (though for down the road…we don’t have $130 of tool money available right now). I mentioned there was a long wait for Wenzloff’s saws. I honestly don’t know if Lee Valley has them in stock or not, but will check when I’m ready to buy.
Now, is it our anniversary? Not until April. Birthday? Nope…not until September. Late Christmas? Not really. Then why this outpouring? Honestly, I don’t know what reasons she may have, except that she knows a dovetail saw is something I want, and therefore it’s something she wants me to have. Now, what more can you want than that?
Please, tell me about your spouses. Tell me about how they support you and your sicknes…err, passion. Share with me how they’ve supported you in this wacky hobby/profession (depending on the individual). Then, if you haven’t already, tell THEM how much you appreciate them! It would be a lot harder if they were against it!
-- "Give me your poor tools, your tired steel, your huddled masses of rust." Yep, I ripped off the Statue of Liberty. That's how I roll!