In every cloud is a silver lining. We are under the shadow of an economic cloud, but with less competition for premium white pine from builders, the stuff we get is often spectacular. Two days ago I was cutting the most recent load into seat blanks. My son is home from college and was helping me. I gushed repeatedly over the boards. Each one we uncovered in the pile was more beautiful than the last.
Three were so exceptional, I set them aside. I couldn’t bring myself to cut them. Maybe I will at some point, but first, I need to have another woodworker witness them. I told Michael I would wait for Don. I will show them to him before turning them into chair seats.
As we were sweeping up, my wife arrived. She asked why we had not cut up those three planks? I gave her the same explanation. I would wait for Don, as I needed another woodworker to see them. Her response, “When will you grow up?” I tell you this story, because as woodworkers, you understand.
Keep the secret between us. I may not cut those boards after all. I will stack them with the 17 inch wide 14 foot long piece of perfectly clear 1 3/4 inch thick white pine plank I set aside last year. I’ll sell those planks to someone else and let the responsibility for cutting them rest on his head. Right now, my hands are clean.
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I recently completed the eighth and final book in my teen fantasy adventure series. I’m reading through all eight, making minor adjustments. The purpose being to make them all hang together. I should be done by the end of the summer. Then, I have to decide what to do — find a publisher or self-publish. I’ll keep you posted.