Compared to last week's project this one falls on the other end of the spectrum. The thinking stool, end table or massive champagne cork measures 17" tall and 13" wide. It's turned from a solid piece of pecan that is not quite dry yet, meaning it will continue to develop small cracks as it cures. I love the character it adds. Normally I would avoid or prevent them, but for this piece it's like a little peek into its soul.
This particular piece of wood has been patiently waiting its 'turn' under my lathe for over a year. Waiting, why do we do that? I read an article this week, published some time ago, with some fascinating statistics. The gist of the story is that on average we only have 30,000 days to live. If that is true, I have 12,297 days that remain. Wow! What is even scarier is that the pace of life seems to be gaining speed, even with my commitment to slowing it down.
A lot to ponder...
So today seems as good a day and time as any to do the thing you've been putting off or you keep telling yourself you'll get around to doing. So enough pondering and more doing... owl blanket sliding down the hallway with my daughter, a very long embrace with my wife, and a glass of wine and cigar on the deck with nothing but quiet and the occasional rustling of the leaves. Now that makes for a good day.
"Someday is not a day of the week."