Following its recent successful creation, I opted to give Franken-Rack free rein to terrorize the domain. It was my hope that it would bring home the finest lumber in all the land. Instead, it brought me pallet and crate wood. Several times I have berated the misbegotten creation, but to no avail. It is obvious to me now that the creature enjoys domination over the rough, mistreated wood that will require hours of hacking and mutilation on my part to make use of its offerings. Franken-Rack will be the death of me. I’m sure of it. Mark my words…
I spend about 6 hours between yesterday and today breaking up pallets and crate wood, prying nails from both the good and bad pieces. I’m certain I have developed tennis elbow from all the hammering and prying. That’s okay, because I have still have the left one. There is something to be said for having a spare. All in all, I can’t complain. Since working on the Franken-Rack—and all the work I have been doing to disassemble pallets, clear out space for the a shop in the dungeon—I have been feeling…satisfied. Content. Fulfilled. What a feeling. I had forgotten.
And speaking of how I feel, time to take a pain-killer. Then I better check on Franken-Rack: I caught it the other day trying to grab a street cat attempting to mark my tires.
-- -- Paul Bucalo, Upstate NY USA