Ingenuity: just one characteristic of my madman

My husband is wonderful. I would not change him at all. But he is completely mad. I've been with Scott for 16 years and married him seven years ago. I knew what I was getting into. There's a method to this man's madness. This blog is about what I've been up against for the duration, what I often encourage, and what I know will come for the rest of our happy lives together.

One day last fall, I was minding my own business, working at my real desk on my real work for my real employer. Scott had the day off so it was a "project day" for him. Understand that every day he's not at work is a project day for Scott. He never just lies around and watches television. My man has to be doing something "productive" all the time. So on this fall day, he barges in and interrupts me once again - this is a regular occurrence when we're both home and I'm trying to work. We had this exchange: 

"Susan, the dresser on the top floor, umm, is it an antique or important in some way?" 

"What are you asking me, Scott?" 

"Well, I've got an idea and I'd like to use that dresser, but I'd need to drill holes in it."

"Please don't drill holes in any of the furniture in the house."

Shut down momentarily, but undeterred. Three hours later, he'd re-purposed a wooden pallet and some loose IKEA bed slats to make a small table with a slide-out shelf that he would be able to use for his equipment in just the way he'd hoped. The unimportant antique dresser was unharmed. 

I like a man who can do things like this, believe me. I had a first husband who could not put a simple metal bed frame together, so I sent that husband out to the store while the 19 year-old me, who had never before seen a metal bed frame, assembled the entire queen bed solo, a sign of things to come in that marriage. 

I do count my blessings with Scott. It's just these moments happens with such regularity.