ANOTHER BOOKCASE

My hands are numb, and I am more than half drunk, so typing is simultaneously laborious and effortless but that’s the way she fuckin’ goes. Life is good for Kevin Dunne/Henry McNamara (LINK). I just came in from the shed after a relatively productive evening of working on a bookcase for an old guy in central Wisconsin (LINK). The cold weather forced me indoors. Not being able to feel my hands is the sign that it’s time to clock out.

My desire to become a furniture maker on my own terms and in my own time is trending in a direction that pleases me immensely. I know this because I was looking at Fran’s bookcase and realized that at approximately 50% completion there was nothing dimensional or aesthetic stressing me out. With each bookcase I build I get a little better and a little more confident in my abilities. It made me think that if I set my mind to achieving a new skill set (such as furniture making) then it can be done. This realization is an important personal development and slowly but surely helps me trade intolerance for patience. Hobbies are more than just something I do in my free time. They feed back into all other areas of my life.