The postwoman came to my workshop…
with a pack from a dear friend.
I was in the workshop, looking out on the wonderful weather.
When the postwoman knocked on the door… (Here a Danish postman).
Normally I never get any post there, so I was a little surprised, especially when she stood there with a big brown pack in her arms.
She asked me if I was me, and last time I looked in the mirror I was, so I answered yes.
Then she handled me that pack and wished me a good day as she left.
How can I not have a good day now, I was thinking.
Actually the day started bad, pain in my back, a tour to the chiropractor and now really tired and felt like a 100 years old.
Now also my girlfriend arrived, so I was even happier and got some wonderful kisses and a little nursing.
I looked at the pack, the sender was a dear friend, a man who once send me a card with a Saint called Jude, the Saint for the of hopeless cases, and told me I was in his prayers, this I will never forget, thank you.
And now a pack from him on this day that seemed dark from pain from my neck and back…
Jim, you sure know how to touch my heart I have a feeling those prayers are heard somewhere.
So enough talking Mads, time to open the pack.
Inside there were a wonderful letter, with a headline of ‘Happy Unbirthday’.
Hope this doesn’t mean I am not born yet… my body tells me different today. Smiles.
After reading I jumped right in the box and unpacked.
And look what I found!
A wonderful mallet.
Not just a mallet.
But a mallet my friend Jim has made for me with his own two hands.
And from some wonderful plywood that he has made several projects from and that I have admired for their beauty from the play in the layers this gives.
Also I told Jim I once saw a plywood mallet in Paris and this was really cool.
But Jim, this one is so much cooler, and it is like shaking your hand.
I have not been so much around LJ lately, due to health, love and life being busy, but just now as I write this discovered this post from you Jim.
Now I wonder if you kept the twin for you?
Please notice how beautiful the layers from the plywood play in the shapes Jim gave it, and yes it is highlighted by the finish that Jim masters so good.
Right away I took it into use, I an restoring an old stepstool for a good friend, and used the mallet to gently tap the dovetails apart, perhaps I should add leather to one of the ends…
And before leaving the shop, I put my new favorite mallet next to my favorite chisels.
Thank you my dear friend Jim, you are one of a kind, full of kindness.
The best of my thoughts to you and yours, and yes best of wishes for everyone.
-- Mad F, the fanatical rhykenologist and vintage architect. Democraticwoodworking.