I’ve been wondering if I’m the only one around, or are there more like me? On Friday and Saturday, I had the urge to go to the shop for no apparent reason. I didn’t have any particular purpose in mind, just wanted to sit and be with “my stuff,” kinda like being around family.

The shop is a double garage, so I mostly just sit and look out into the back yard, then back to the tools. An occasional bird stops in the grass to find a quick snack. Hmmm, the yard looks good freshly cut.

There’s something peaceful about being in the shop, even when it’s blistering hot. I sit in front of the fan and eat those flavored “ice-pops.” Every few minutes, I’ll spot something that takes about 10 seconds to do – pick up a scrap on the floor, put the hammer back in its’ place. But mostly, just sit and think of nothing at all. In understand that men have an easy time doing this – thinking of nothing.

Even before going to work during the week, I have to visit the shop, if only for a minute or two.

Is it strange or is it normal for guys to do this?

I hale orijinaly frum arkensaw, but moved to missississipi ‘bout 8 yeers ago. It shore is difurint here. The folks is much more refined than I am use too. I was so sirprised to see that most of the roads here is now paved.

Back home we mostly had gravil rodes, so my feet are startin’ to tender up. Ma likes to say we went frum cabbage hard feet to wiltin poke salad feet. Well, I don’t mind telling ya’ll that I’m all fer this tall-cotten life. I suspekt overalls will last a mite longer now that we’re in a citified state.

I sined up to be a mimber out of cureositee mostly. I quicklee lurned you folks on this here website is purty alrite. Yor reel good ‘bout complimenten each other on yor wurk and you offer good advise to eech other.

I have to say I’m downrite proud to be counted amongst ya’ll feller woodworkers and luk fowerd to lookin at yalls nice stuff. I hope ya’ll enjoy my ritens, as I am the only 1 in my family to gragiate grade skool. Momma shore is proud and wants me to keep practicing riten, soes I’ll git bettur.

Next time, I’ll tell ya’ll sum inturestin facts about the siroundins here in Tupelo, Missississippi. Ifen yer inturested that is. Right now, I gots to git under the porch and untangel the dogs frum ther chanes agin.