There is something very satisfying in building something for your wife or your children with your own hands. I used to always have a building project going, but I rarely have time to build things anymore, given my professional obligations. This bunk bed I built for my son 10 years ago was one of my best projects.
When we moved here we had a series of pine trees in the front yard which were dying of a disease. I cut them down and used some of the logs to make the bunk bed. I remember one of the trees was perched precariously near our phone line, so I very carefully cut it so it wouldn’t hit the phone line. I succeeded–it fell directly away from the phone line and into the power line instead. It would’ve made a good scene for Tim Allen’s Home Improvement. Good thing my wife wasn’t home at the time, or my ears would probably still be hurting.
The bunk bed has allowed my son to enjoy a tremendous amount of sleepovers over the years, including his best friend, the neighbor girl who used to spend 100 nights a year at our house when she and my son were younger.
I suppose the bed would look better if my son’s room weren’t such a pig sty. But in a few years his room will be clean, and the bed perfectly made, and I know I’ll miss him.
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