You see it on TV and in the movies, but itís one of those things that doesnít happen to you. When it happened to me, it wasnít what I expected.
More accurately it WAS what I expected, just not what Iíd always hoped for. I got stuck in an elevator yesterday. Really. Got in, pushed the button, the car moved a few inches and suddenly went ďclunk,Ē then wouldnít move.
In the fantasy world I call my life, I always envisioned the elevator scenario in one of two ways: Iím stuck with an elderly millionaire who needs CPR, and although Iím a woodworker and not a doctor, I perform the maneuver to his undying gratitude and he gifts me with many, many dollars. In the other scenario Iím stuck with Christie Brinkley.
But this elevator contained five ordinary adults, one deodorant-challenged adult, a whining three-year-old, and lastly a gotta-be-the-life-of-the-party smart-mouth kid. Which I hate, of course, since thatís my job. After 25 minutes a maintenance man pried open the door and we hopped out. Not the pleasant experience I always thought it would be, but things donít happen as you expect.
I never expected to like doing mortise-and-tenon joinery, either. Iíve never made very good dovetails, and I always expected my M&T joints to be the same. I had done a few over the years, but only grudgingly. Lately, though, Iíve done quite a few for the book Iím working on. Not only have they all turned out quite well, but Iíve found that I enjoy making them. Iím already thinking about doing some projects I avoided in the past simply because I didnít want to mess with mortises and tenons. In fact, Iím now looking for projects specifically that feature it.
Not sure what the moral is here. Maybe that you shouldnít form unrealistic expectations, either good ones or bad ones. Or maybe that you should just take learning experiences as they come, and make the best of them. Either way, you win.
Still, Christie Brinkley would have been nice.
Till next time,