Out of Adversity, comes Creativity...

There are times, when I'm feeling at my worst, I deal, by being creative. This week, hell, the past two weeks have been straight up BS! I've been lied to, insulted, assailed with disparaging attacks on my personal character. Made to feel that I was no better than a low life that crawled out from under a rock.
I had to do something to get my mind off of this. So I turned to the one thing that always helps me free my thoughts, and my soul...My Creativity. My Woodworking.

I finished my latest project....the Desk for my wife.

It's a simple little, open design, 48 inches long, by 27 and 1/4 inches wide by 31 inches high.  I bought two glass risers for the back, so that she can put the monitor, that you see in the photo, on one, and her printer on the other. The table space is wide enough for both her work and personal laptops to fit side by side, and when she's not working, she can have enough space to do whatever crafts, or projects she chooses to do.

The Side and back rails are fitted in with oak pins, the desk itself is made from solid pine and stained in espresso polligloss to give it a deep rich tone. There is enough space underneath, so that if she wishes, she can put a small file cabinet and still have room to sit comfortably.
She's going to make a desk pad for it out of felt, and the design of the table top is such that it allows for airflow to cool everything.

This is, by far the biggest project that I have undertaken, since building my own platform bed, and that was a project, let me tell you. I did not come out of that unscathed. I twisted a ligament in my forearm...yeah, that hurt, but that's another story for another day.
For now, this is done, and it made me feel a sense of accomplishment that I needed this week.
To quote James Brown, "I feel good!" lol!

Peace....

Friend...?

Until today, I used to think I knew what that word meant. I used it guardedly. I had acquaintences, associates, but in my adult life, very few true friends. I've always done my best to be true to whatever friendships I have made, and to not betray the trust that have been made or given. Betrayal of trust is a big thing to me, friendship is a big thing to me. It always has been. So when someone betrays my trust, it not only hurts, it angers me. What gives them the right to do so? How can someone be so callous, as to take what you have given them, and throw it away like so much trash?  It used to be, you made friendships that lasted a lifetime. People you knew since childhood, your teenage years, and into adulthood, then on... You had associates you met at work, that turned out to be pretty damned good friends, and some that were just that, work friends. Some you could trust as brothers and sisters, and some, well, some were just that...an associate. Nonetheless, The word "Friend" has a special meaning in any language. Amigo, bro, amiga, buddy, pal, ally, collegue, comrade, tovarishch, 'ami, mate, any way you slice it, it means trust. Or so I thought. How naive. But then I've always been a child at heart. Trusting in the true nature of people. Never truly believing that cynisism inside, that I had to guard my heart. That no one could ever truly be trusted. No matter how good they seem to be. Betrayal, ain't it a bitch. Just when you think you have everything figured out, life tosses another lemon your way. Maybe my mother was right all along, you never can trust anyone but yourself, and friends will always let you down. I never wanted to believe that, but tonight, mom, your words rang truer than a church bell on Sunday morning. And my heart is breaking because of it...and I have to spend the rest of my days looking over my shoulder. Damn...

Peace out...