|Forum topic by mmh||posted 09-13-2009 08:46 AM||1344 views||0 times favorited||9 replies|
09-13-2009 08:46 AM
Hello, my name is M _ and I’m a wood-aholic.
I have given up buying clothes, shoes, food and other necessities of life so that I can buy more wood. My wood addiction comes from the need to have the latest and greatest version of what Mother Nature has created in the form of a tree or other woody growth.
I can’t help myself, as I have no control over my spontaneous purchases of unusually grained lumber or exotic burl wood.
I wander the streets scanning for fallen limbs and scout the curbside for freshly sawn logs from neighborhood trees.
I haul unclaimed logs home in my wheelbarrel or my SUV. I have tons of logs stored in my backdoor patio that are larger than anyone can move.
I dream of finding the ultimate figured burlwood that I can cut and shape into a new project.
I am a wood-aholic. But I don’t want help!
-- "They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." ~ Edgar Allan Poe