Hard
times and an empty wallet had required building projects to be
done with whatever could be scrounged. And cull lumber was the
best I could do. There was generally a disappointment with the
finished product. Cabinets just did not fit together due to
twisted and warped boards. Larger projects were never square —
or plumb — or straight. They were strong, but not pretty.
One
day I bought a truckload of fine damaged lumber. Oh, it had a
scratch or a stain here and there, but nothing I could not
correct. And some of the lumber was absolutely flawless. It was
delightful! I would go to the barn and admire the rich grain and
feel the smooth finish.
More
opportunities came. Materials were bought and sold, but the best
was always sorted out and set aside. Soon the barn was full.
Work
time comes and I carefully sort the lumber stack. I select the
best pieces, and put them aside. They are not to be used; they are
too good to use. You see, I still build with culls — though
better quality. I now choose the culls. I cannot bear to
saw up those good boards.
A
fellow comes to buy. He spies my lumber stack. I show him
everything I have, but he wants those boards. He offers a good
price, but I am not happy. They are too pretty to sell.
Wait
a minute! "Too good to use" and "too pretty to
sell" — that looks strangely like a covetous footprint just
a step behind my shoe!