Vacation and Doing Stuff
This is the third week of July, and I’ve finally managed to grab a week of vacation—my first this year. People do all sorts of things with their vacation time. Some travel for fun. Some hole up in a remote hideaway. For me, however, vacation means getting to stay home.
By “staying home” I do not mean lounging around the house. What I do for vacation is to catch up on the projects that normal people do during their evenings and weekends. This week I’m installing a new exterior door and new windows. Last year I took two weeks of vacation, stripped our bathroom to the bare studs, and refitted everything in it. The previous year I finished the interior of my garage. Another year I built a 10x12 tool storage shed, complete with attic.
These are not projects that I pursue because I enjoy them. On the contrary, I do not like to do construction, auto mechanics, or most similar activities. But I do them anyway, for two very good reasons. First, the projects really need to be done (if you’d seen the shape my windows were in, you’d understand). Second, I’m too cheap to hire somebody else to do the work.
Actually, I have other reasons, too. One is a belief—almost a conviction—that people who do the work of the mind should not forget what manual labor feels like. We should value the kind of productivity that comes from the exertion of muscle. It helps us to remember the dignity of any honest job. Lessons are learned from swinging a hammer, turning a wrench, or digging in the soil.
Another reason that I do these things is simply because I can, and that ability I owe in no small part to my father. Dad has always been a hands-on guy. He’s slowing down a bit now, but he used to hope that something would break just so he could repair it.
Because of Dad, I grew up in houses that were constantly under construction. In fact, I prayed to receive Christ while kneeling beside a pile of two-by-fours in the middle of a remodeling project. Through the years I helped Dad hang drywall, lay hardwood flooring, run wiring and plumbing (both with real copper), and build cabinetry. The sweet whine of a table saw ripping plywood can bring tears of nostalgia to my eyes.
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