Life goes on
By Bobby Neal Winters
We continue to exist in very real ways after we die. Very real ways.
I have finished digging my shed from the vines, residing it, and painting it. I’ve even made a new door for it of which I am very proud. I am now moving to the next phase which is building lean-tos on the sides.
I’ve been helped through the whole project by my father-in-law, Jim.
This might surprise you. And there are a number of reasons for that. You might figure that as I am in my (early) sixties my father-in-law must be at least in his eighties. It is true that my father-in-law was born more than 80 years ago.
You might be surprised because it is not necessarily typical that a man and his father-in-law would have a good working relationship.
But the primary reason one might be surprised is that Jim has been dead for almost eighteen years now.
That all having been said, how has my father-in-law helped me on this project?
Let me first say that he had a good relationship with his daughter--my wife--on whom he left a good impression. Every married man (and I should say woman, too, modifying the words appropriately) is at the mercy of the job his in-laws did raising his wife. In this, I will say I hit the jackpot with my in-laws.
In addition, I inherited some tools from Jim, and, as I progressed as a DIYer (do it yourselfer), I’ve gained a greater appreciation of him. In finding my way through his tools, I’ve discovered that he had an incredibly ordered mind. Everything was done with a purpose.
Jim was a farm boy. He’d grown up on a dairy farm and had then run an orchard. He had that trait I’ve found typical of farmers in being able to do a lot of things. If you are out on a farm, you can’t just call a repairman from the city every time something needs to be fixed. You have to learn to do it yourself.
He also knew how to get the most out of a dollar. Now I need to explain that phrase because it can be taken in different ways. There are people who are so tight-fisted with a dollar that they will make themselves and everyone in their family miserable. They put on a hair-shirt and expect everyone else to wear it too. That is not Jim. Jim didn’t waste money. He knew how to use it in a way as to get maximal value from it. When he gave you a gift, it wasn’t cheap junk: It was something that you would like; something you would use; something that would last.
I had been going to buy special siding to redo my shed with. Then it was pointed out to me that Jim had used pine pickets. After studying the issue, I determined that was the best choice for me as well.
What you do when you are working alone, you do differently than if you have someone working with you. Working with 6-foot one-by-sixes is easier than horsing around 4-by-8 sheet goods. Jim had worked alone just like I am and had figured it all out before me.
When it came to starting on the lean-to, I had the example of Jim’s. I had gone through the process of looking through YouTube videos to see how to do it. The problem with a lot of YouTube videos is that they are produced by a vendor who is trying to sell you a product. They are often more interested in getting you to buy their product than in showing you how to do something in a way a guy (an old guy) can do working largely by himself.
As I was talking to my better-half about building the lean-to, she suggested that I look at Jim’s.
I did.
What I discovered was that Jim had done it in what I would classify as an elegant way that could be reproduced in an inexpensive way by one person working alone. I learned more in 30 seconds looking at his completed project than I had in 30 minutes of looking at videos.
This next bit is quite odd, and I recognize that. I also see that there are psychological explanations for it rather than supernatural explanations for it. So just read on with that in mind.
I’ve written about this before. There has been a phenomenon since Jim’s passing of me needing a tool; thinking about it; then going to his old work space and finding it. Not digging around and finding it, but looking at a spot out in the open and it being out in plain sight.
It’s happened enough times to both Jean and me that it’s no longer really a joke.
But, as I said, there are other explanations.
Bobby Winters, a native of Harden City, Oklahoma, blogs at redneckmath.blogspot.com and okieinexile.blogspot.com. He invites you to “like” the National Association of Lawn Mowers on Facebook. Search for him by name on YouTube.