You want to help me out now?

It had been like three weeks. Maybe five. I can't count.
Ed was near. I shouted, "Hey Ed!" He looked at me. The ball was red and I chased it down. I asked Ed, "Hey Ed," I said, "how's a guy build out that there doorway I got workin'?" And Ed said, looking a little less dead, "You just build it out with, I don't know, two by material, maybe biscuit join it, and make the panels line up with the door panels." simple it sounds.
Hard to deal with though. A devil in the details kinda thing. The transom bar begets the jamb and transom frame, which plays into the glass reveals, and ofcourse, makes one wonder how the hell one can keep the whole floppy mess from looking like shit. This is the fucking front doorway.
So I did what any good carpenter would do. I procrastinated. I lost some sleep ciphering and deducting. My tummy began to hurt when folks asked when my front doors would be complete. I began to drink more heavily: emphasis on more.
The past few days, I could take no more. I dove in. I choose a path, plugged my nose, and pulled a Slumdog Millionaire. And you know, it is turning out damned nice. I forgot that I had some skills with finish work.
And then HE came by. Ed. Wanted to discuss the doorways. Ed. Said he wanted to give me some advice. Ed. I says, "Ed," I says. "I have been working on that problem some and this is what I came up with." I spoke at length. And he nodded his head and he says, "Yep."
And that's the end of it. What more does one need from a great carpenter for feed back? "Yep." So, I am not miffed at...with?...at Ed. Ed's just Ed. I'm the troubled one. The newbie looking for assurances left and right. That yep means alot.
I know I do good work. But "yep" means I am going about, at least this task, in the right way. That is different. That is a nuance of the trade that goes beyond good work and implies properness. Sure, Ed's Ed, as I said, and is his way the REAL deal? No. But I aspire to have the skill, patience, and assuredness of Ed.
One might say, when all is said and done, I want to be Educated. ahem.