. . . and at the end of the day . . .
The backdrop today is sandpaper. Lots and lots of sandpaper. Five different grits - to swerve a bit to close to the technical - each applied in the appropriate order and with respectively aligned method. Big machine, followed by small machine, and finally, each in their turn, shoulders, elbows and wrists. But the result can be stunning, as is evident in the coffee table we featured recently.
Subtext to the backdrop today is time. The gift. Even if only to be employed through the application of sandpaper. But done correctly there is progression and rhythm to the sanding process that can, as with life itself, help to make it palpable, sort of.
It was during the coffee table build, somewhere between the 150 and 220 grit sandpaper, when I learned of Dave's passing. Dave had ALS. He was the closest and earliest childhood friend to a dear friend of mine. And this is what I want my friend to know, if Hallmark would be so kind as to sugar-coat the verse. With some luck we get the gift of time. Even if through its passing the only thing we can do is progress through the grits until the work is done. To paraphrase the lyrics of Eric Clapton, 'may you never lose your loved one overnight'.
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