|T.C. Fogarty with a bench he designed as a garden club project.|
First of all, T.C. is as dependable and punctual as the Greenwich clock. If he says he will do something at a certain time, it will be done. Probably early. He so prefers early over late that if he could do it yesterday, he would. His habit of being extremely early for everything finally forced me to explain to him that I always shower last thing before heading out the door, and I'm always running a few minutes late, so unless he really wants me to answer the door exactly as I am when he rings the bell, he needs to set his clock to normal people's time when working with me. He is very married, and we're not that kind of friends, so this turned those ears bright red. He probably still pulls up out front at his usual time, but he has never again rung my doorbell earlier than expected, and he always looks just a wee bit nervous when I answer. His wife, Carol, thinks he is beyond further training, at his age, but I think she just needs to try a fresh approach!
|He may not always get my vision at the outset of a project, but he always does exactly what I spec.|
|Lookout Martha, T.C. Fogarty may be your next rival!|
He regained his manly pride shortly after dinner by starting the family Easter egg hunt with a shotgun blast...
|Lookout, Easter Bunny, T.C. isn't usually a gun toting sort of a guy, so watch your tail!|
Actually, two shotgun blasts, as grand's get a three minute lead on their thirty-something parents...yeah, the big kids still get in on the hunt. Sadly, I did not snap a photo of the down and dirty wrestling match in the gravel pile between the always elegant Kate, and her brother-in-law Jeremy. Of course, the fact that T.C.'s enough of a softie to continue the whole Easter Bunny thing for his grown children knocks the macho right back out of his reputation.
Lately, T.C., who claims he once promised my visiting father he would keep a fatherly eye on me, has an added worry. My newly single status has him taking an almost annoying interest in my (non-existent) night life. He gets great pleasure in fabricating supposed rumors of my wild shenanigans in the taverns around town, and suggesting possible match-ups with the longest standing bachelors in the tri-county area (I'm actually not sure some of them are still standing). This makes me suspect that it was he and not Carol who put this in my Easter basket:
|Who knew they come in a convenient pocket size?!?|
So, if you are looking for a good man, I have absolutely no advice for you. Seems to me, some of the better ones are already perfectly paired with the finest and most patient of women. However, if you are looking for a reliable woodworker to build you solid country style furniture, or other custom projects, email me for his phone number. firstname.lastname@example.org.
If you want to see a small sampling of T.C.'s work, check out my website, theartofthehome.com, and click on the cabinets and furniture page.