This is OT - but there is woodworking involved.
I like to turn lidded boxes. For some reason I got into "nested" turned
lidded boxes. I don't know why.
And while some like to turn bigger and bigger things - I seem to go
the other way. So I turned a little lidded box - about the diameter
of a dime - I don't, or rather didn't, know why.
It fit nicely into the one I did that was between a nickle and a quarter
in diameter, which in turn fit inside the "biggest one" that was about
the diameter of a silver dollar (even though there's almost no silver
in a "silver dollar" we call them silver dollars. I don't know why)
So anyway I've got the littlest one in maple with a black walnut
finial, the medium sized one in black walnut with a maple finial
and another "big one" , again back to maple with a black walnut
finial. Don't know why.
Heading out the door to do a demonstration of the DOMINO to a
wood phreaks club, I picked up the nested boxes and put them in
my pocket. Don't know why.
A mile from where I was going - and going uphill of course - smoke
started coming from somewhere and I was getting no power to the
wheels - not good when driving up a hill. And without power, the
power brakes and power stearing stopped being powered. Don't
know why (but I suspect I blew the tranny - or the head - the latter
being less expensive but I'm betting it'll be the tranny).
So it's pushing 7 pm, I'm a mile or so from the nearest phone
sitting in a lane of traffic - with no power. (I don't have a cell
phone. I don't know why.)
While I'm popping the hood to see if I need to figure out how
to put out a fire - a car pulls up behind me - blinkers on -
and a young woman, in a tae kwon do "gee" gets out and
says "Need a hand?" I don't know why.
She HAD a cell phone and I called Triple A while she directed
a bunch of women cyclist around us. The "leader of this
group starts yelling at ME for creating a hazardous
condition for her cycling team. I don't know why.
The kindness and helpfulness of the woman in the gee more
than countered The Yeller. I do know why.
The gee lady offered to give me a ride to where I was going
and then I knew why I'd put the nested lidded boxes in
my pocket, even though, at the time I didn't know why.
Her kindness was rewarded - in a little way - and I made
it to the meeting and did my demo - since AAA wasn't going
to get out to tow my van for "at least a couple of hours".
I don't know why.
Conclusion: Sometimes when you do something for no
apparent reason but Don't Know Why - wait a little
while and the reason may become clear. I don't know
I do know that for every ass hole on the planet, there are
a couple of thousand angels. And I smile when I get reminded
of that. I don't know why.