“So, is it all work and no play out there, Dave? Is OTG life just management and labour all the live-long day?”
Well, yes and no. If, by ‘play’ you mean casinos and dancing and party girls, then unfortunately not – no playing. But, if you mean enjoying your everyday work so that it seems less like work and somewhat more like play, then yes. Yes, we have a good time. Plus, we do ‘play’ in the conventional sense a bit. Wine and dinner parties mostly. Sometimes a bit more. And it is that kinda play I am writing about today.
I like to build crap and, of course, not being very good at it, I have lots of off-cuts. Plus, Sal likes to salvage wood and, if the wood is old, sea-washed milled wood, she is especially pleased. “Sweetie, I found this old lump of crap in the sea this morning. Can you make something?”
I always say no. “No, sweetie-back-at-ya, I cannot make anything out of that crap. I can barely make anything out of store-bought wood bought especially for the purpose. That stuff is pretty ugly and has barnacles on it for Gawd’s sake!”
“Well, I am gonna put it under the shed here and, when the mood strikes, see what you can do. OK?”
There is a lot of junky wood under the shed.
But, one day, the mood did strike. Don’t ask why. No idea. I made a dog. It was a pretty dopey dog but it was kinda fun. I gave it away. And then I made a few more dogs and gave them away. Then people hinted they wanted dogs…so I made a few more.
Then I made a turtle. Then a bear (NOT to be confused with a pig).
Now I am gonna make a moose.
“Why, Dave? Maybe you should give the casino-thing a try. Dancing girls is almost a sure thing. Wine, women and song, man! What’s not to like and…… well, ……little wooden dogs…ya know…kinda sad…..pathetic…”
I know. But the wood is here and it is free. The dancing girls are not.
Anyway, I expanded the repertoire to the odd bit of furniture. Some crude-built things a bit more practical but still fun….in an impractical sorta way.
Is this stuff fun? Yeah. Woo hoo!
Kinda. Don’t ask. I don’t get it.
But I like to see my bear when I go outside. I like to see my turtle at my neighbour’s house. It’s weird. But kinda fun.
Well we all have our dog dayz. I note no cougars or any type of cat at all. Bears! Do you have any resident bears? Ravens? Where are the freezer raiders or the aquatic transients? Nice benches.
You are too kind. We do not have (it seems) resident bears but we do keep the bear hotline – a call-your-neighbour kinda thing when a bear is about. Same for cougars. Got a call the other day, “Bear headed south. Going for the orchards, I guess. That’s what they do. Keep a lookout!”
Ravens? You must be new to the blog. DO WE HAVE RAVENS!!! Sheesh!
The latest bench was not included. I had Sal sit on it for scale but she didn’t like the way her hair looked so wouldn’t post the picture. Mind you, I did focus on her…
Just like you Dave, Weird, but kinda fun!
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Weird runs in the neighbourhood, PR. And you ain’t far away….jus sayin’.
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Next thing you know you’ll be dragging rocks up the hill to paint. I’ve got a turtle and a ladybug so far. Working on a family of turtles. These aren’t pebble size. They are rock big enough I can hardly carry them from lake shore to boat. Wayne thinks I’m crazy. – Margy
Wayne’s likely right but it’s a common affliction. As I said, “I can’t explain it”. An OTG’ERS gotta go what an OTG’ers gotta do. We can’t help ourselves.
Antiques Roadshow here I come!
Folk Art baby! I’ll tell them it was in my gandma’s barn and its at least 100 years old…….
Folk art is no art. It’s junk art. Scavenger art. Off cuts. Firewood. Ok….kinda fun…