Ted’s essays

feeling lucky

Not in the way supercop Clint Eastwood used the phrase …
No, I am truly appreciating the good fortune that put me here …
and now.

Not quite a year into The Great Cleanup And Rehabilitation of the farmstead and TODAY I got the Round Tuit designated to my workbench. Okay, it is a reloading bench with other potential uses.

The trick was to lower my expectations. This one is “TEMPORARY”. That means it doesn’t have to be perfect, or even as close to that as my rudimentary woodworking skills usually gets.

I do not compromise on the engineering. NOTHING I build breaks. Period. That would be gross failure. Nope, nope and more nope.

But Pretty? Wuffo?

Then I sit back and look at my studio with today’s new TEMPORARY shelves holding up the other end of my reloading bench … with my short and long range amateur radios to the left .. running on solar/battery power …. my high-speed-cable-internet playing personalized Pandora music … super-teammate wife in her nearby studio … gorgeous mini valley view … full tummy … two great dogs … space … time …

How did I get so lucky?

The view that triggered such thoughts