Bench Time

Somewhere in the middle of yesterday afternoon I was struggling to get through my reading. I moved into the kitchen area of my apartment because it had the most sunlight and I wouldn't need a light that way. I bundled up in blankets because it's been so cold, and as I sat at the table I was reminded that my mother had suggested having a window seat about two feet from where I was sitting. After finally trying out this area of my apartment, I decided she had been right in her window seat idea. So I took a reading break, picked up my cellphone, and did what any knowledgeable gal would do-I called my father.

"Dad," I said, "you wouldn't happen to have any extra lumber just laying around would you? And you wouldn't happen to want to make me a bench on your days off would you? It'd need to be about yea big, yea wide, and yea tall." From which additional discussion ensued about what the actual dimensions should be (Dad believes in measuring tapes while I have hope in guesses) and the fact that I hoped the bench could double as a shelf also. (Plus this would take care of the fact that I only have one chair to use with my table-a problem when having guests for dinner....).

And there arrived in my email inbox this evening the following picture:

With an email attached saying that he hoped I'd be glad that it was made with repurposed wood. He'd taken the wood from a past project he'd made for me during my undergrad days and altered it into the bench. A piece of foam and repurposed fabric and it'll be good as new. Now if only it will make my reading go faster....