Many years ago, my wife and I bought our first home. At that time, a coworker said to me, “Congratulations! You now have a home project to do every weekend for the rest of your life!” How right he was, though his prediction only covered our first 6 years, since we had sold that early house and moved into an apartment in San Francisco.
Fast forwarding to this past summer, our family made the decision to move back to the south bay. We located a nice house near a good elementary school within our budget, and moved in over the Independence Day weekend. Part of the move involved pulling my old woodworking tools out of storage. (Back when we first moved to the City, I’d tried with no success to convince my wife that a table saw sitting in the middle of our living room in our small apartment really wouldn’t be an inconvenience.) For me, setting up the tools once more was like seeing long absent friends. As they took their new places in our garage, my thoughts turned to how to use them to make “improvements” in our new home.