Some months ago, during the end days of 2011, I discovered this article. Since I moved to New Hampshire, I’ve been having these strong feelings to try new things. To self-actualize. And building a dining room table, I thought, would be a great project, and heck I needed one, anyway. I had to modify the designs a bit to make a smaller table. Regardless, it all felt daunting, and it took me a few days to get into the “build a table” mindset. And let me tell you, it is a very different state of mind than what I’m used to.
Before this, I never touched a table saw. Not even sure if I’ve handled a skill saw before. Never had shop class in high school. And while I was cutting the wood, if the cuts were ever slightly off, it was still a victorious day because I successfully didn’t cut my fingers off! I’ve already had suicide thoughts/day dreams/imaginings of tripping on something and my head fall straight into the table saw. *shake it off*
I have, now, a new, additional skill that will come handy for the coming apocalypse. If we need to take a break from all the running we’ll be doing, I can build us a table. I took photos of my progress.
Next skill: learn how to hunt
I was drunk — really drunk. I was alone in a very special basement in Manchester. No one was around. It was dark and empty. I imagined I was hundreds of years in the future, walking around as if it was an archaeological site. And I was narrating the story, the times and tribulations, about the freedom fighters of yesteryear. This required a “Lord of the Rings-ish” voice, apparently. Hey, we do call New Hampshire, “the Shire.”
p.s. Most of it is gibberish and half sentences. Drunk, remember?