Ever since Ray got this gigantic saw weekend naps have been eliminated. The cats and I will be this close to dozing off on the couch when we hear it snarl into action.
So far he's built a set of Adirondack chairs and a cross-cut sled, whatever that is. (When he first told me that's what he was building I thought it was a sled for snow storms, like a toboggan. FUN! Turns out, no. Not so fun). And he's almost finished with a cabinet for the bathroom.
You can sort of see the frame of the cabinet in this photo. But mostly this is a photo of Ray playing air guitar in the basement.
All this practice is good because I have a long list of things I'd like built, including:
- A mid-century modern record table
- Built-in bookshelves for the third floor
- A storage bench for the ballet room
He said Christmas will be easy for him from now on, I can just get him wookworking stuff.
I started thinking of ideas - woodworking magazines, how-to books, a mallet maybe. I read on a woodworking website that 'every woodworker should have a mallet.'
If that's what my man needs, that's what my man gets. Mallet, done.
Then he told me he'd like a router.
Even better, I thought. He's just going to tell me what he wants.
'Great, send me a link. Then, surprise! Right under the tree.'
I began to bask in my awesomeness as a new wife.
'The one I want is $400.'
'Four hundred dollars?!' I thought he had gone insane. 'Only if I get a subscription to the Kitten of the Month club!'
'What? Is that real? There is a Kitten of the Month Club?'
'Of course it's real. It's been my dream since I was a little girl to be in it.'
I looked away wistfully, as if to say, This is the year my dreams will come true.
Naturally, I made this up. I'm pretty sure there is no a Kitten of the Month club, but there should be. Every month you'd get an new adorable kitten. Or maybe every quarter - the Kitten of the Quarter Club.
That's when Ray put Hunter S. Tomcat on top of the bathroom cabinet he was building and proclaimed that my wishes had come true.
'Look! It's Mr. December!'
Behind us, Chuck Norris meowed from the basement stairs.
'And I think I hear Mr. January!'
I won't be the only one disappointed on Christmas morning then, because guess who's getting some books and a mallet? No kitten, no router. (So much for my man getting whatever he wants.)
For me, I am both unimpressed and wildly impressed with Ray's projects.
Ray: I'm surprised at how well the chairs turned out.
Me: I'm not. I knew they would turn out great.
You can kind of see the chairs in this photo. Somehow, we forgot to take portraits of them.
Ray's woodworking projects have actually equated to a fair exchange between us. I run back and forth to the basement so he can show me his progress on things, and I yell for him to come upstairs when my latest Zappos delivery arrives.
Me: Do you like this black boot, or this black boot?
Ray: They look the same.
Me: No, they don't. This one, or this one. See the difference? This one, or this one.
Ray: I like the one that looks less slouchy.
Me: What? Neither of them are slouchy.
At least the cats have specific opinions. They obviously prefer the boots from the pink box.