These are David’s boots. They’re a size 15 and belong to a 6’ 5” gentle giant of a man. His crew calls him Sasquatch. David is the foreman at our building site and the guy who keeps me from total despair on a daily basis. Each time I’ve requested a construction change, David has responded “it’s no big deal.” I know it is a big deal because this is a metal home and change involves cutting and welding huge pieces of steel. Once when I asked David if something was doable, he said that anything was doable but “it might look like a turd in a punch bowl.” There are days when I feel like this entire home-building project is “a turd in a punch bowl,” but at least the metaphor makes me smile and fits nicely with what has become my most recent bumper sticker: Life happens!
It seems like this kind of endeavor, this crazy house-building project properly belonged in our youth. But sometimes it’s important, and even necessary, to live life backwards a bit so that it’s possible to move forward again. And when you’re pushing into the seventh decade of your life, direction probably matters less than the desire to simply keep moving and be adventurous about it; to continue to meet the Davids of the world and to know that your life is richer for such encounters.