It would appear I’ve inherited the carpentry gene.

(Just not the art one.)


When I was a kid, it seemed like my dad was always building stuff. He had a workshop in the basement and he made all kinds of things. He’d get an idea in his head and go off to the hardware store for boards and bits and before you knew it, he’d made something new. I helped some, but it was never really my kind of thing.

I guess I paid better attention than I’d thought.

Part of our Halloween party was a games corner, where kids and parents could try to win (even) more candy to go home and gorge on. It was decided that the main game would be a bean-bag toss. Of course, you need some sort of a target for that game.

It was then decided that I should make them.

Now, these weren’t to be anything that involved or advanced, but I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to make or how I was going to make them. One of the other teachers and I talked about what they should look like, then I was off to the hardware store.

And that’s where it all came together.

Once I saw what sorts of boards, hinges and whatnot I’d have to work with, the plan was instantly set. I knew exactly what I wanted to make and how I’d have to do it. We got the stuff headed back to school and I got to work.The first one’s nothing special, just three holes cut in a board, which was then painted. I didn’t do the painting, but I did help with ideas and stuff as far as that went. That one came out pretty decent:

The second one was more involved. Cutting, drilling, hinging, etc. It was more work, but I think it was worth it. Again, the painting’s not my department, but hey, if I hadn’t made it, there’d have been nothing to paint, right?

The next big to-do at school will be a Thanksgiving dinner, which, as a guy, I’m exempt from helping with. (No heavy lifting aside from a turkey.) But them comes Xmas, and it’s looking like I’m going to be tapped to play Santa, which is hardly fair.

I mean, I may be the only guy, but I’m not the fattest person there. ^.^