When my granddaughter has her weekly music lesson, her Mom stays with her and I get mother and son time, for about forty minutes before we all meet up again for dinner.
Tonight I was driving and told my son I had something to show him. Something related to a new craft I saw on Pinterest. This did not meet with a lot of enthusiasm from my son. I always seem to find new crafts I want to try.
This craft involved wood, the older and more beaten up the better. Sort of like the wood you see on pallets, but they are too heavy for me and I’d need help to take one apart. So a separate piece of wood would be better. Nothing fancy, something about 3-4 inches wide, 1 inch thick and 2-4 feet long.
I took him to the new subdivision currently under construction. There I pointed out the piles of building material, heaped into what looked, to me at any rate, like discarded supplies.
“If I was to take a couple pieces of that wood, would it be stealing?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “It’s on private property and it doesn’t belong to you.”
“But it’s just sitting there in a scrap pile.”
I felt I had to defend my question, but really, who did he think taught him about stealing. He did explain that the builders would go to that pile if, for example, they needed a shorter piece of wood, so it’s not really scrap.
He did have me stop so he could check a small pile of wood, but they were all 2x4’s and I didn’t want anything that thick.
He did tell me that a contractor friend of his has a scrap pile, and he could most likely get me some wood.
I told him not to bother, it’s not like I need another craft. I have enough yarn stashed away to get me through this summer into next winter. I have a painting, as yet unfinished on the table and remnants of other projects, started yet incomplete, hidden around my house.
It’s that damn Pinterest. Too many ideas, too little time. And my daughter wonders why I hoard art and craft supplies. One of these days, I’ll find that new craft I’m dying to try, and oh look, I have everything I need.
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