A while back Christian and I decided we wanted a picnic table for our back patio, and Christian decided he was going to be the one to build this picnic table for our back patio. I pinned all kinds of cute ideas, and he started looking up instructions. And I got a little nervous. And then he went to Lowe’s to get an air filter and came back with $60 worth of lumber.
“So we’re starting this, like now, I guess?”
It’s not that I don’t trust his DIY abilities per se (heavy on the per se). It’s just that Christian tends to jump into things before we’re completely ready. I like to have all of the things planned out, which is also why I am likely to never get started on anything. I guess what I’m saying is, we make a good team.
But our problem is that as much as we want a project to be done, we tend to fail in the actual doing of the project. We’re a lazy people. We get tripped up by finishing touches. Case in point, the fireplace I told you we started ripping apart two years ago, only to leave you hanging, because we left that poor fireplace hanging for what seemed like an eternity. So UPDATE, in case you were anxiously awaiting one, the fireplace has been 86% completed, save some insignificant details like moulding and paint touch ups and sealant.
But this time around he was relentless. Maybe it was the wood and the saw and the feeling he was making something out of nothing with his big, strong man-hands. Maybe it was the pollen in the spring air giving him hallucinations. We’ll never know. Just know that within days, we had gone from a pile of lumber and gumption to a near-completed table.
Then a competed table, at which we could actually eat.
In order to encourage this momentum and discourage our inherent laziness gene, I went out and bought some paint and primer, brushes, and drop cloths. We were going to get this damn thing finished, even if it killed us. Now would it actually kill us? We’ve never truly finished a project before, so it’s anyone’s guess.
And then it rained in Austin and the rest of Texas for approximately 4 weeks straight. I’m not even kidding.
So there was this.
Sad, lonely, unfinished table.
So I guess the moral of the story is if your last name is Torres, specifically a part of this clan of Torreses, don’t get the silly idea that you can actually finish a project in due time. If your own laziness doesn’t get in the way, good ol’ Mother Nature is happy to step in.
(I’m sure we would’ve found a way to drag this puppy out ourselves anyway.)
Stay tuned! We WILL finish this!