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Good Morning! You know, over the years I have found that a man’s handshake is his word, so keep yours firm and honest.
Well Folks, the calendar might say it’s spring, but I’ll tell ya, walking out to my wood-working shop early this morning sure didn’t feel like it. More like the middle of winter. And that wind coming in from the North along with the snow—well, let’s just say I was more than ready to turn around and head back into the house.
The shop itself though was nice and warm, but it’s that stretch between the house and the shop that’ll make a fella question his sanity, for even bothering to go outside in the first place. I suppose that’s just Northern Ontario’s way of reminding me who’s really in charge around here. Any way, once I got settled in with the wood stove crackling away and the smell of fresh-cut lumber in the air, it felt like the cold was just a distant memory.
Funny thing about days like this—no matter how fierce the wind blows or how hard the snow falls, there’s something about the quiet of the shop that makes it all worthwhile. And maybe, just maybe, a fella can convince himself spring ain’t all that far off after all.
Highway 522 is white this morning, which is a telltale sign that a person should stay home unless it’s absolutely necessary to be out and about. And you can bet that’s exactly what my lovely wife and I plan on doing. No sense braving the slick roads when a hot cup of coffee and a warm fire are calling our names.
Days like this, the world can wait. And if anyone needs us, well, they can always trudge through the snow and come knocking. Though, I suspect they’d rather stay home too.
On another note, I didn’t make it out to do any work in my wood-working shop yesterday, though I did keep the shop stove going, which kept things nice and cozy. Nothing like the warmth of a good wood stove on a cold day.
I do have more work that needs doing, but it isn’t in the shop—it’s over in one of my side buildings. I’ve got to sort through things in there, just like I did with the main shop. Once I get that all squared away, I’ll be ready for spring. And when the weather finally decides to warm up, my wife and I are planning one heck of a sale. The kind of sale where there’s something for everyone.
What more can I say? Not much, really. Just a waiting game now, I suppose.
So, what are you up to today, GW?
Well, seeing as it’s nasty outside, I figure I’ll settle back into writing up some more stories for my newspaper columns. Yesterday was a great day for writing—the words flowed nicely, almost like they were waiting to be written. And by the looks of things, today’s shaping up to be another good day for writing, as the words seem to be coming pretty easily here on my blog this morning, too.
Might just be one of those days where the thoughts and stories find their way onto the page without much fuss. And if that’s the case, I sure won’t be complaining.
Well, once again, it’s that time to enjoy the breakfast my little woman has made for me. She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure. And if anyone ever wonders who the real hard worker is around here, let me tell ya—it sure isn’t me.
Just this morning, while I was out getting the shop stove going and writing this blog, she’d already straightened herself around, cleaned up the house a bit, swept the floors, stripped the bed because it’s wash day, made it back up with fresh, clean sheets, and tidied up the bedroom. And now, she’s in the kitchen making my breakfast, humming away like it’s all just another ordinary day.
I swear, there’s never a shortage of work in this house, and she tackles it all with more energy than most folks half her age. Truth be told, I don’t know where she finds the strength, but she sure does. And all the while, she’s got a smile on her face and something kind to say. She’s the kind of woman who makes a man feel like he’s the luckiest fella in the world.
Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive! GW