Have you ever looked out at a garage full of broken furniture and thought, “I really should finish up a project today.” Months ago, you started out on several repairs. You cut the pieces and planed wood for a drawer.
You telephoned the fabric guys to order that material to reupholster your neighbor’s couch. Little wobbly chairs, lining the perimeter of your workspace, are just screaming out, “Fix me! Fix me!” You bought the materials, the finished lumber and particle board is stacked over there. But where are the repairs?
Every time you start to the garage, your knees practically buckle. Your mind wanders to more pleasant arenas. Wouldn’t a vacation be nice? Remember that time you went to the island resort on your honeymoon? Just because you dread pounding nails, should not keep you from fulfilling your obligations.
Your wife is starting to snarl, “You wasted all that money and never built a stick of furniture!” The car and mower sit outside, in the rain and in the hot sun. The car garage is your workplace. There is no more room in the garage for anything , but your unfinished projects. She bought you a construction belt. She is such a sweetie, always thinking of you. With her gift, once you were focused on a job, you would not have to stop, go the shelves, and retrieve a different nail or hammer.
Thing are not going well. It feels as if your feet are ensconced in a concrete slab. You cannot move, you are stuck. The front door slams as your wife leaves in a foul mood. She will not be back for hours, you can tell she is furious.
You stand at the living room window, looking out at the stuffed garage. You clench your fist, and flex your arm, there is only a slight twinge in your shoulder. Come on son! You can do it! Get out there and sling that hammer!
Let’s face it: you need a power tool. Cut to the chase, it has to be a nailer and stapler. It’s not that much money. It will pay for itself in “time saved.” You have a little romantic vision of kissing your wife while seated upon the finished couch. Hmm, happy day dreams. Boom. The image is gone. All you see is that workspace/garage full of unfinished projects.
Your reverie is broken. Your wife has returned. She pulls into the driveway and gets out of the car. She opens the rear seat door and heaves out a rather large bag, for her that is. Shoes, her usual retail therapy, come in smaller boxes. When she comes in the front door of the house , you notice a look of triumph on her face.
“Here, hubby. Get to work,” she says. In the bag you find your dream tool, a nailer and stapler. She knew what she was up to, or at least she got help. This beauty is for nailing furniture together, with subtle power and speed. This is not the big boy , to shoot construction size nails and large staples to wrap up houses in their plastic wraps. This is a necessity for your trade: now you can nail the furniture without blowing the whole piece to shreds with the ungainly swing of an unwieldly hammer.
You turn to embrace her, but she is gone. From upstairs wafts her voice, “Get to work!”
Really, it is awesome to get a new tool. You rip open the packaging and examine the tool. An 18 gauge would have been suitable for baseboards and fence repair, but too much for fragile furniture. Your wife has selected an electric nailer and stapler. You read the directions. It is time to get to work.
You have pride in your workmanship. Your many repeat customers appreciate your workmanship and trust you with their antiques, projects that need rebuilding and repairing mortis and tenon joints. However, in your popular small business, it is oftentimes the inept husband or frazzled businesswoman, who cannot nail together a bookcase, who drop off a package for you to construct the contents. It is not really constructing, but with your new electric power tool, you nail anything together in a breeze.
Recovering the couch goes well, too. It is easy to load the staples and they come out at a uniform rate. In one afternoon you finish what you have been putting off for months. The bookcase using nails, then switch to staples to reupholster the couch.
The nail and stapler feels light in your hand. It is not too heavy. It is easy to keep it at a perfect ninety degree angle. The nail or staple goes in straight. It is as light as a… Here, you take a moment to reflect. It is not as light as a feather. No, it feels more like a ukulele. Yes, you are strumming a ukulele as you sit under a palm tree.
A soft South Pacific breeze freshens your brow. The sun is setting on a heavenly slice of blue ocean. You strum effortlessly as your eyes caress the gently swaying hips of an enchanted island girl. She is moving in time to your music. She approaches you for a kiss. You feel lips upon yours and open your eyes in surprise. “Darling,” exclaims your wife. “You have finished up some projects! Aren’t you a love.”