Our family has been in need of a new picnic table since last summer. The old one, which I got as a gift on my first mother’s day, was nearing 16 years of pretty heavy use and one day when Dale moved it to mow the law it just sort of fell apart. So the search for a new table began. You would think this would be a simple thing. It certainly seemed to me that I saw picnic tables for sale on every corner . . . until I needed to get one myself.
So we looked last summer and we looked again this summer. And we found nothing. Sure, we could have gone to a Mill Store and got one but those aren’t generally very good quality. A few weeks ago I asked our carpenter friend Bill if he knew anyone making picnic tables. Now, Bill is a master carpenter (he’s the one who redid our dining room for us) so I honestly didn’t think he’d be interested in making picnic tables himself, but I thought he might have a lead on finding one. He said he’d look into it and let us know.
Fast forward a few more weeks and we’re spending the day at my favorite pond and Bill’s wife Mary is there. She asks if we’ve found a picnic table yet and I tell her that we haven’t. She says that Bill has started making them. He figured that if we couldn’t find one then other people couldn’t find them either and he thought it would be a good way to make a few extra bucks since master carpenters aren’t in heavy demand these days. I tell Mary we definitely want one and offer to give her a check on the spot. She says, no, you can pay Bill when he gets it done. I’m very pleased with all of this and figure we’ll have the new table in a few weeks.
We came home from the pond to find our new picnic table on our lawn. You’ve got to love a friend who has talent. And a pick up truck.