The Pile
Excerpts from my journal:
Monday: I tried to ignore the pile. But as I drove by, the pile pleaded: "Adam, save us, re-use us, the remnants of great woodworking lies amongst us".
Tuesday: I pretended not to look as I accelerated past. Still, whispered aloud, "I can't, my garage is filled and I've filled the garages of close friends."
Wednesday: Tried to forget pile, remembered my twelve step plan.
Thursday: Took alternate route, knowing better than to tempt fate.
Friday: Late afternoon, grew curious. Pile resumed sirenous call, "we won't lie here forever you know, this might be your last chance."
Saturday: Issued stern declaration, "I can't save everything, so unless there's cast iron or porcelain amongst you--I mustn't. This sort of thing has damaged my relationships. No mas!"
Sunday: Pile responded, "we've unpainted workwork and attractive brass hardware."
Monday: I wrested cabinet doors from pile and two inch-and-a-quarter thick pieces of douglass fir.
Tuesday: Another pile appeared.
Monday: I tried to ignore the pile. But as I drove by, the pile pleaded: "Adam, save us, re-use us, the remnants of great woodworking lies amongst us".
Tuesday: I pretended not to look as I accelerated past. Still, whispered aloud, "I can't, my garage is filled and I've filled the garages of close friends."
Wednesday: Tried to forget pile, remembered my twelve step plan.
Thursday: Took alternate route, knowing better than to tempt fate.
Friday: Late afternoon, grew curious. Pile resumed sirenous call, "we won't lie here forever you know, this might be your last chance."
Saturday: Issued stern declaration, "I can't save everything, so unless there's cast iron or porcelain amongst you--I mustn't. This sort of thing has damaged my relationships. No mas!"
Sunday: Pile responded, "we've unpainted workwork and attractive brass hardware."
Monday: I wrested cabinet doors from pile and two inch-and-a-quarter thick pieces of douglass fir.
Tuesday: Another pile appeared.
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