Charlie’s New Adventure

Today we had a bon voyage party for Charlie.  He was adopted by a gentleman in Conniticuit and today he began his journey.  Charlie was so excited when he found out.  The other tiny boxes, which have been adopted, all report that their new homes are wonderful.  The magical thing about the tiny boxes, or any woodworking creation for that matter, is that they are always able to commincate with one another.  I am not able to hear their thoughts, but they give me updates when someone check in.

Henry loves living in Dallas, and he sent word to say hello, which made me feel good.  All of the tiny boxes were feeling festive, celebrating Charlies new adventure, except for the tiny dovetail box.  He is pretty new and still learning how things work, and had become close friends with Charlie.  He was sad to hear the news.  Since he was made after the other boxes were adopted, he can’t communicate with them.  If he could, he might have felt better.

The party was fantastic.  It has become a bit of a tradition, to gather around and hang out one more time, before sending our friend to their new home.  I got some special chocolate treats for the occasion.  There were stories told and I took Charlied back down to say goodbye to the tools too.  The tools and boxes are quite close, even if they don’t hang out with each other much.

So after we had some chocolate and told stories, it was time to wrap Charlie up.  When he was snuggled into his wrapping, everyone gave him one last big hug. 

After the hug, we put him in his box, for his trip to Conniticuit.  It was suggest that we should send some treats with Charlie, for the long trip.  The tiny boxes don’t eat much, and in truth, he probably would have been just fine without, but we sent along some candy anyway.  Charlie was very appreciative.  Then I closed up the box, and headed across the thriving metropolis of Martelle and sent him on his way.

When I got back, I found the new dovetail box, with the wrappers from the chocolate.

He was so sad, but there were two tiny boxes trying to cheer him up.  It didn’t seem like it was working, then all of a sudden, something happened.  I wasn’t sure what happened, until Claude explained.  Just when the tiny dovetail box was feeling really bummed out, he all of a sudden heard from Charlie.  Charlie said he had been gently put in a bin and was waiting for a truck to come pick him up.  Charlie said he was fine, and suddenly the tiny dovetail box felt much better.  Now he understood that even though they were miles apart, they could still chat and be friends. 

I told the tiny dovetail box to say ‘hi’ to Charlie, for me, and then I left them alone to chat.  I always feel the slightest tinge of sadness too, when the boxes head out into the world, but in the end, I am happy for them and their new adventures.