There’s a lot of junk in the world. Not just Twinkies and the Bachelorette. Real junk. Like doberman guarded stuff. YouknowwhatI’msaying? There’s so much crap that we throw away or that ends up in a junkyard. If you’re lucky and creative, sometimes you find cool things that you can transform and recreate. Now, we’re not talking about peanut butter pine cones for birds. In this case, we’re talking WELD HOUSE (yes, I’m shouting because I’m excited).
Weld House custom makes furniture out of sheetmetal from old, classic cars, like a 1970s Chevy pickup truck. Can I get a hell yeah? They’re awesome. You pick your color and style, then they’ll find it, and make it. They have coffee tables, desks, conference tables, dining tables, bed frames, and entertainment centers, which I’d like all of. You get incredible quality and strength along with character and history. Wouldn’t it be fun to imagine the folks that were driving the truck that is now your coffee table? Or even all the people that made out in the back seat of the car that is now your work desk. Maybe I’m a little deep, but it’s cool to see how things can be reborn.
Van from the top.
Remember when it seemed like it was for-ev-er until you celebrated your 10th birthday? Time ticked so slow, it seemed like you would never reach the double digits. But now, 6 months feels like 1 month, which leaves time for some crazy, deep stuff to go on in your life and in your friends and family’s lives without knowing it. What. The. Fudge. So you schedule an appointment to reconnect. “Hey, how about I’ll call you Wednesday after work at approximately 6:20pm.” But if you’re late to call, the window of opportunity has passed.
It’s funny how you have to reconnect, even though you are “connected” 24/7 to them via Facebook, email, and texting. Difference is, reconnecting involves picking up the phone and remembering the sound of their voice, not the sound of the keyboard as you write on their wall some random inside joke no one else understands even though you think you could have successful comedy tour together. But we don’t do it as often as we should. We take for granted our humanness and instead settle for distant substitutions that limit our personal interactions.
Fact: 8 out of 10 times, I screen your call.
But then I call you back, and you do the same to me. And then another month or more goes by before we try and do it again.
Maybe it’s time we snap out of it and pick up the damn phone when it rings. Maybe if we didn’t have caller ID, we would be more apt to answer. When you were little and the phone rang, you picked it up. In fact, you ran and wrestled for it. Now, we’re like royalty, sitting there, dismissing calls because we are “busy”. Wah. Wah. Wah.
So I hereby vow to make it a point to TRY and not screen calls anymore. I’m going to pretend my cellphone has a cord, is attached to the wall, and I have no idea who is calling me so I can take myself back to the good ole days of being excited to answer the phone and being disappointed when it’s not who I want it to be. So there. Life’s too short to screen calls. Next thing you know, someone is pregnant. All because you ignored their call. Or not.