**because “Adult Toy Store” would have got us all thinking about something completely different.
As recent and long-time readers know, I have become interested in doing some woodworking. I have become addicted to some videos and really want to try my hand at some of these projects. I’ve also been reading magazines. I managed to get a bunch of them from the library –so I didn’t need to spend any money. I am not sure what I want to build, but I want to build something.
I have a few tools, but nothing major. I have a router and a small bench top router table. I have a drill and skill saw. I have a sander, and I have jigsaw that was probably made for small hobby projects. I have been thinking of purchasing some other tools and I have toured Canadian Tire, Home Hardware, Home Depot, Lowes, and Rona. They’ve got big brand names of tools, but they don’t seem to have the selection or the really good stuff.
After reading some magazines, I discovered that there were a couple of specialist woodworking stores in the area. While not exactly on my way home from work, they were kind of close. The only trouble was that they closed early. I probably wouldn’t have a long time in the store. Nevertheless, I decided that if I got out of work relatively quickly, I was going to go there. It never hurts to browse.
As I typed that previous line, I could feel how wrong that was. Of course browsing hurts. Browsing creates desire. Browsing causes one to do mental financial calculations in one’s brain. Browsing shows you what you want is out there. Basically when the store clerk told me that “this is one awesome toy store”, he wasn’t lying. The men and women who are into woodworking probably drop a bundle at the store.
I certainly enjoyed my trip to the store. I saw the dust collection system that I will probably buy. I saw the drill press that I will probably buy. I saw….there really is no point in listing it all. I saw a great bunch of stuff that I want to buy. It is a toy store and I got the same feeling I had when I was a kid and could wander the toy aisle unsupervised while my mother shopped somewhere else. Now, I just need to go back on a Saturday when I can have more time to wander…unsupervised.
I left empty-handed except for the store catalogue and a head full of dreams and ambitions. The drive home from there was extra tedious and the radio didn’t save me with some great songs, but I didn’t mind. I had already had Today’s Perfect Moment. What more could I want?