Out of the trunk, I take the Weener-man’s tool-box. It is literally a tool-box. Made from wood. Four sides. A bottom. No top. The tools all sort of rode around on the inside. I couldn’t help but grin when a scuff-mark revealed several layers of different-shaded paint going all the way back to the first coat. This particular wooden tool-box had been through more than its fair share of county fairs. used to be when the Weener-man needed a project to take to the Clover County Fair, one of the projects he took was wood-working.
And after the exertion of making that initial first tool-box, his solution was every year after that, he’d pull ot the tool-box, and slap a new coat of paint, in a different shade of course. Adjustments in times of neccessity.
There were two layers of the same shade of paint. That was the year he placed high enough with it, for the tool-box to be sent to the state fair. Wanted it to be all spiffed up for the competition. Turned out that by a clerical error, the tool-box had been entered in the gardening end of the competion. Not to be outdone by clerical error, the Weener-Man had scooped a batch of gravel into the tool-box, stuck assorted roadsides flowers and stemmy weeds into the gravel, and entered it as a rock garden.
Even got a ribbon for it; Special Award for Miscellaneous Creativity.
The Judge’s notes made mention of Inspired Effort.
Weener-Man was especially proud of that. First time he ever got an award for Effort of any sort.