It's A Nancy!

Today has been a joke—a bad joke and I am the joke. This morning after Tony and I did our morning chores outside, he set up my little work table, near the Space Ship and then he placed the chop saw on top of it and then he went and plugged it in for me, because today I was determined to make a shrine like the artist Esteban had made for his saints.

By noon, I had measured and precisely cut up two twelve foot long boards, because I figured if I was going to make one, I might as well make three or four, because Analea and Carol have already asked me to make them one, too.

After I cooked a healthy, delicious lunch for us, on my giant George Foreman grill and had cleaned up the kitchen, Tony and I went outside and gathered up some of my little, cut boards and brought them inside, so I could work indoors, because it was so hot outside. Then I took down my adorable Esteban shrine, on the wall, above the Ozarka Water cooler and I set it on the kitchen table, for a quick reference.

When I started trying to copy Esteban's simply-made shrine—I couldn't do it, because nothing seemed to fit right and trying to figure out if he glued the boards or had nailed them together was impossible for me to figure out, so I got frustrated—to say the least.

"What is wrong with me? Why can't I figure this out?" I asked myself, out loud, as I tried re-stacking the boards differently, for the hundredth time. The dogs said nothing, but Tony did when he walked into the big room and saw my latest, possible creation-to-be.

As he looked at my latest, trying to copy version, and then looking at Esteban's beautiful shrine, right next to mine—he started laughing, "You've made another, "It's a Nancy!" It's not bad." Then we started laughing about my wood crafting skills. Then he gave our dogs some dog treats and then he went outside.

One hour later, I gave up on my simple project, but only for today, because I am determined to do this right. After I took this picture of my latest possible creation I called the dogs and I took a thirty- minute sleepless nap with them, because I kept trying to figure out how Esteban had done it.

So tonight as I finish writing this, all that I have to say is, "Bless Esteban," because I am declaring him my saint, "The Saint of Woodworking," to have crafted his beautiful, simply-made boxed shrines. And I will bet that the reason that no one can find him on the Internet is because, he went broke and totally crazy, making his own personally, named saints with shrines and after he had made mine, 86 / 1500 and had signed it, he checked himself into a local looney-tune asylum somewhere and he is now locked up inside a small room, with four padded walls, with no doorknobs to be found and asking himself, over and over again—should I have used screws, instead?

Y'all have a great evening and please keep praying for us to get some rain and also please say a blessing for Esteban, wherever he may be!