Chris the carpenter was the star of the day. He arrived around noon, loaded a bunch of neatly organized tools onto my porch, set his radio up and went to work.
The saw filled the air with the scent of fresh cut lumber, and swept me back like an olfactory time machine to my dad's basement workshop. I used to help him hold boards for his table saw, and how I loved that wood scented air! >/p<
Looking outside my porch it is pouring down rain, but I can't help but smile here in my gonna-be Studio!
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