Today I replaced the rotting and broken seat boards on this old bench with wood our next door neighbors had given us when they moved. They were getting divorced. Roger had lots of wood and asked if I wanted it. Several years later now, much of that wood is still stacked in our garage, waiting for me to find the right time and the perfect project. I had figured they'd be a part of a bookshelf. These new boards on our backyard bench were part of our neighbors' waterbed.
It sits in the shadow of a laurel hedge separating our property lines. It feels good to put the wood to use. As I was ripping and refinishing each board, I started thinking about the purpose and function of this particular wood - from waterbed to private refuge. If I were Billy Collins, I'd have some pretty darn good poetry coming along right now...
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