It’s The Artist In Me

I needed to do something creative. It had been a long time since I used my left brain. I bought a large piece of rose stone to carve. I thought a small replica of Mount Rushmore would be a nice project.

First, my workbench had to be cleared of years of home maintenance debris. I should've just dumped the stuff, instead, I sorted and labeled every part and stored it in the garage. The several long-lost tools I rediscovered had to be cleaned and stored. I found several spools of copper wire left over from rewiring our home. I set them aside and went inside to check the market for scrap copper. I found the copper market was depressed, so I fixed up a board with some dowels to store the wire until the copper prices recovered. I opened each of the several cans of paint to see if still viable and put a dab of paint on the lid to make touch-ups a breeze. Then built a small shelf so that they could be stored. 

When the bench was clear I lovingly put my 50-pound rock in place ready to start work. Unfortunately by this time, it was getting dark, and I was exhausted. So I affectionately patted the rock and said see you in the morning.

It has been decades since that day. Now retired I have plenty of time. I'm going to build a patio bar for my wife. First, though, I need to clear my workbench... now, what do I do with this pink-rock?