I originally posted this on my personal blog (
garrettglaser.tumblr.com), but thought it might be appropriate here:
I work every day in a fully equipped wood shop. We have fancy tools
like an X/Y Mortiser and a 43” wide belt sander. I also have my own
space with my table saw and a band saw and a big workbench to work on. I
can go to either of these shops at any time, but for the last few weeks
I have been spending every night until 1 or 1:30 in the morning in my
garage working on my newest pieces.
It is hot in there (Really hot. Especially before I figured out it
was a bad idea for Lucci to park in there when she got home; a car that
has just been on the freeway is an incredible heater), there are a
billion mosquitoes (In case you were curious, those bug bracelets do not
work. One on each ankle and my legs look like i have smallpox), and it
is a very awkward set-up.
I have a very young son, and he goes to bed at about 7:30, but he
never falls asleep until at least 8:30, and if he is really into talking
to himself it will be even later. I could give him his night-night
bottle and read books with him then run off to a shop that has good
lighting and all the clamps I could ever need, but I can’t do it. I feel
so much better knowing I am only fifteen seconds away if there is a
meltdown. There almost never is, and Lucci is home anyway, but I feel
this magnetic pull.
All day at work I feel it, I want to ditch early and get him from day
care and build castles out of blocks with him and help him try to fit
inside them (he is not very clear on scale, yet). I feel so much better
just being in proximity with him, and listening to him babble on the
monitor, saying “mommy-daddy. nightnight. h-i-j- happy happy-o. boat?
fun! boat? row row. baby ana woobee! baldie? night night.”
He thinks the benches I am working on are playhouses. He climbs on
them and says “daddy playhouse. tools! mo tools?” He put screws in all
the holes for the woven backs he could reach and was so proud of himself
for helping.
I am so very tired. I haven’t missed this much sleep since he was 9
months old or so, but I am also so very happy. I am making my own things
again, and I can do it close enough to run in and check that his air
conditioner isn’t freezing him and to have a pudding pop with Lucci to
cool down. It makes me so badly want a shop on the same property as my
home and my house does look like it should have a carriage house…