["We have to do a bit of bonding": photo GAH]
Sure, I’ll survive. And my wife has been kind enough not to remind me that she told me I should wear longjohns before I left.
“The wind is colder than you think,” she said.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
By the time I was two miles out of town I knew I wouldn’t be fine.
I thought, shoulda listened to your wife, Gordie. Coulda. You’d better steer toward a diner for coffee.
And I did. And the hot coffee and refill warmed me up. And tasted great.
And the 30 minute stop gave me time to jot down several ideas under the heading ‘what to do with 3 ft. long pieces of cedar posts that arrived last night.’
An hour later, after one more stop in Port Bruce to warm up my bones, I turned around and headed into the wind and toward home.
["Chilly day at Port Bruce": photo GAH]
Though my hands were like bricks by the time I got home they’ll be warm enough to undo the lock to my workshop in a few more minutes. [Cedar posts equal birdhouses and bowls].
Next time my wife mentions longjohns they’ll be hiding under my jeans.
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Have you been in a coulda shoulda situation recently?
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