My mom's bird feeder collapsed last month. It was made by my grandfather, he's 93 now and no longer up to replacing it. The smell of sawdust still instantly transports me back to his woodshop.

I've been wanting to do more physical things with my hands besides writing code, so I bought a table saw and some tools over the last few months and made her a replacement yesterday. It's still a little wonky in places (god I hate jigsaws), but I'm pretty happy with how it came out.