Extremely Average #46: Her Name is Angie

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Blog entry by Ecocandle posted 02-17-2010 05:25 AM 1846 reads 0 times favorited 13 comments Add to Favorites Watch
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The response to yesterday’s blog, “I Suck”, was tremendous. The number of views went way up. I can only assume that there were a great number of people who agree whole heartedly, and likely have had this opinion for some time. When they saw the title, they were eager to revel in my realization, of that which they had always known. The comments were wonderful. I responded to a number of them and I looked up a lot of the products that people suggested. I am much smarter today. Thanks everyone.

I love math. I love the precision. I know that if I measure an identical distance on two pieces of wood, that given a slope of zero, when I drill, the holes will line up. It is simple math. I feel that it is important to show what happens when you drill one hole with a positive slope and one with a negative slope. As you can see it is not even close. This concludes my complaining about yesterday’s misadventures, and now on to your regularly scheduled blog.

Social media is a wonderful thing. It allows us to meet new people, find wonderful blogs, join groups that are made up of people who share similar interests. Social media also allows one to be found. Yesterday I was found by a ghost from my past.

In the year nineteen hundred and eighty-five there was a girl; a young woman really, with curly blonde hair, an encyclopedic knowledge of sports, and gift for trash talking. I thought she was the cat’s meow, and you know how I feel about cats. Admittedly, the saying, ‘The Cat’s Meow’, had gone out of fashion in the late 20’s, but I enjoy going ‘old school’, now and again. I digress.

She didn’t think I was the cat’s anything, but I was determined. I imagined that I would win her heart in a week or two, much like I imagined that when the holes were drilled in the router table legs, I would only have to tweak one or two of the sixteen. Angie was not so cooperative and fancied another boy. Of the sixteen holes, fourteen of them were hideously wrong.

After a couple of months of me not getting the hint; she just gave up and decided to go out with me. I still remember the first time I took her home to meet the parents. My father and Angie got into a serious sports conversation. I love sports, but Angie, was the ‘Son’ my father never had. I digress again. The point is that I wore her down, and I used this same determination today, to whip the legs into shape. The holes now line up. I am thrilled.

Another lesson was learned today. After an evening of sleep, the disasters of the day before, in the light of a new day, are merely opportunities to practice using my rasp. I enjoyed my woodworking today, and the time spent waxing nostalgic about freshman year.

-- Brian Meeks,

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David Craig

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#1 posted 02-17-2010 05:36 AM

Very cool Brian. To quote Chumbawumba “I get knocked down but I get up again…”

I am always impressed by your determination and spirit and the creative methods you use to cope.

And, it is nice to see that persistence paid off for you even in High School.

If I remember correctly, I never had dates because of my ignorance of the hints. I think they were called “restraining orders”


-- There is little that is simple when it comes to making a simple box.

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#2 posted 02-17-2010 06:03 AM

Actually, it was my freshman year in college. But thanks. She was a delightful woman, and it was a year full of tremendous memories.

-- Brian Meeks,

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#3 posted 02-17-2010 06:20 AM

Determination is a great quality to have but a good scrap bin doesn’t hurt either. I think the interest was generated because the people on this site will not sit by while a fellow jock pours scorn on themselves. Plus, spending other peoples’ money on tools is a lot of fun.

-- Jim

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#4 posted 02-17-2010 07:11 AM

Fond memories, her name was Magil and she called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy. No, wait a second, Becky, her name was, Becky. OK, thanks Paul. I still haven’t figured out how I drilled pocket holes in the wrong direction the other day. I didn’t know such a thing was possible. I was wrong.

-- Better woodworking through old hand tools.

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#5 posted 02-17-2010 07:33 AM

Tracy and Teri, and now Angie, are good for the blog…keep them in! : )
Amazing how the friends we made “way back then” remain in our minds.
I’m about 4 years older than you I think, so my “way back then” is about the same as yours.
Fond memories.


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#6 posted 02-17-2010 07:33 AM


I am 42, on the cusp of 43.


-- Brian Meeks,

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#7 posted 02-17-2010 08:30 AM

Yep, somehow I estimated that from something your wrote.

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#8 posted 02-17-2010 12:36 PM

I’m glad to see that you overcame your difficulties and learned something new to boot Brian. Now that we’re talking about love life, I’ve been dreaming about getting out into the shop to use my new router.

-- Mike, an American living in Norway.

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#9 posted 02-17-2010 12:59 PM

Good story.

-- Let's do it in the wood pile!

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#10 posted 02-17-2010 02:03 PM

Yeah, I remember “angie”. That song the boys would not dance with me… Hints and persistence happen on both sides of the fence :)

I need to reach for the rasps more often. Good reminder.

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#11 posted 02-17-2010 03:27 PM

I envy your memories, so recent, that you seem to recall in such wonderful detail.
The memories of my youth have grown dim and, really, irrelevant, The best memories, for me, are the nearly 49 years with the love of my wife, Marge.
She has encouraged me to buy many tools.
That alone would be enough to build fond memories upon, would it not?
I have the advantage, having lived about 35 more years than you. Its good.
I read your blogs daily and enjoy them.
Thanks for that!

-- No trees were damaged in posting this message, but thousands of electrons were seriously inconvenienced.

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#12 posted 02-17-2010 05:41 PM

A good lesson learned can be applied in even smaller segments. If something doesn’t go right and is starting to frustrate, take a break, do something different etc. sometimes 15 mins is all it takes. The point is that nothing will come out right while you are being overwhelmed with it. Just for the record all drilled hole are straight. Its the angle to the wood that puts them out of line, so now you know that you can drill straight hole through a 2×4.

-- RTB. stray animals are just looking for love

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#13 posted 02-18-2010 02:05 AM

I think, or at least heard a rumor that “Angie” of Rolling Stones fame was actually David Bowie, as in a Mick Jagger / David Bowie trist. Who knows.

-- Better woodworking through old hand tools.

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