Daniel and the Table Saw Motor

 Daniel and the Table Saw Motor

By

B.D. Adams

© 2013

            Daniel was outside ... doing whatever, this morning. I was inside doing the dishes. He comes in carrying what looked like a car part or a large motor, of sorts. He comes to me.

            “The road less taken .....”

"What's that?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Remember that table saw I picked up a while back? This is the motor," he says happily. "I believe it just has a couple of bad bearings. I can fix this.”

“A thing of beauty is in the eye of the beholder ....”

“That’s great,” I smile and encourage.

“Then, we’ll have a working table saw to do more around the house ... wood-working or whatever!”

“That will be so nice to have!” I say sincerely.

Daniel goes toward his chair in the living room.

“Uh ... what are you doing?” I ask more than curious.

“Into every girl’s life, a rogue must enter .....”

            “I need to take the motor apart,” he says simply.

            “Apart ... in the living room? On the coffee table?” I ask specifically.

            “Yes. Won’t take a moment,” he explains.

            “Your property ... MY living room,” I say emphatically.

            “But ....”

            “How do I love thee, let me count the ways ....”

            “Correct me if I’m wrong ... there are three buildings on your property. This house, for living ... a two story, double garage (what we call a barn) and a decent sized shed with a work bench. Both the garage and the shed are for you to do work on all sorts of projects. There’s even electricity just for this purpose.” I love Daniel, but at times he pushes my patience. “Make a mess out there ... not in the house!”

            “I won’t make a mess,” he professes.

            “Fine. Then don’t make a mess in the work shed,” I say nicely with a smile.

            “What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?”

            He left in a huff. I went back to my dishes.

            I could hear him banging on something in the shed. The banging was very loud.

Within another few moments, Daniel rushes into the house and starts a search for ... something.

            “What are you looking for?” I ask.

            No answer.

            “Daniel?”

            “Where are the new rolls of paper towels?”

            I went to the cupboard where I have always kept them and handed one to him. I couldn’t help to notice that he had taken off his flannel shirt. He just had on his blue T-shirt.

            “Thanks,” was all he said and left hurriedly ... back to the shed.

            Curiosity was not easy for me to resist ... I went to the shed.

            As I peeked through the slightly opened door, I saw Daniel’s flannel shirt on the floor with a lot of oil on it and he was on his knees as he worked to remove the spilt oil from the floor!! Obviously, this oil was intended to loosen a bearing.

             So glad it was his floor and not mine!

            “Never say never ......”