Chalk it up to my proud pedigree: I'm a cabinet maker's daughter, and I loves me some power tools. There are women, lots of women, who get to their happy place in other, more domestic ways. And well, I get to my happy place in some pretty domestic ways too. You might even say socially acceptable ways. But this, this isn't one of them.
I'm pretty sure church sermons have been made linking the decline of society with the rise in women's empowerment. Which is probably why I was smiling like an idiot, wielding my Sawzall out on the lawn yesterday.
I built a compost bin. I said I would, and I did.
A long section of fence had been leaning drunkenly since March. The fence separates the back of our lawn from the swampy meadow beyond, but doesn't serve any real purpose. So, rather than repair said fence, I repurposed the sagging section. And now we have a compost bin.
Note to self: must do more projects which involve power tools...