But my workbench stands anyway, maybe a few screws short.  I was supposed to be waterproofing the frame for our aquarium stand, but somehow that didn’t seem appropriate work, since I wouldn’t be able to call it finished when I was done for the day.

I didn’t want to remember today as a day I didn’t get anything done.  I wanted to run in to that garage and make a dreamcatcher, as it were.  I understand, that in our modern mythos, the garage is man’s fortress of solitude – a place where he can go to just be a man – to forge and strengthen himself.

I’ll admit I went to the garage with bitter, unhappy thoughts.  My garage is messy right now, with a dozen or more unfinished projects, littering it.  Things to be done, this is why we exist, isn’t it?

Well, I put together a nice enough work bench, it’s almost 7 feet long and almost 3 feet from front to back.  I have a smaller formica counter-top that I got for free and I’m thinking I should make a TV cart to go with my free TV.  That way I can work on projects and watch TV, or just hang out.

I also envision getting a free to reasonably priced surround sound receiver and putting speakers throughout my garage, and then it will be a true fortress of solitude.

Sukie asked me today what saw I would get next.  The only other thing I think I’d need to do would be to cut large peices of plywood (could do it with a jigsaw, but that is a PAIN to cut a straight line over any real distance), what kind of saw do I need for that?

When I was in high school I had to put together a collection of 10 poems.  Since I thought I rather enjoyed poetry at the time and had an appreciation for the depth that comes with its native obscurity, I put together a collection of poems that were each unique and good to read.

In the process I came across a book of poems by Bob Dylan, and read through several, eventually coming to this line near the end of one of his poems:

“your problem is you want a better word for world”

This single line has resonated through my life like a bell that woke me from several things.  Sometimes in the drudgery of life I recall this line, because of its depth and relevance.  I should note that I don’t particularly like Bob Dylan, but there must be something about his approach that seeks the depths of human conscience.  It certainly struck a chord with me.

What does this line mean to you?