The project is back.
The year of indecision is over — the decision has been made, by the market, and by the fact that I couldn’t get her into shape for sale. I botched two sales, and the tools sat in the trunk of my car unopened for a year.
I must not want to let her go.
I have been waiting for a sunny day to get the old lumber rearranged and cut into reasonable chunks, and decided that even if rain stops the extension cord set, it should not stop me. I need to do what used to be done, and that is to saw something.
I don’t recognize all the boards laying in my slot. Do I own that?
It’s been five years, and projects have come and gone around me, each leaving a little “gift” to the yard in the form of detritus. Maybe some of it’s boards. I’ll ask around, but if no one claims it, that lumber is mine.
