He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I took a walk in the spring sun and clouds and remembered why I called this home. Sure there is a big mess outside needs cleaning and there is a big mess inside needs cleaning. Doesn’t matter, what does matter is the leaves have started to come out, the redwing blackbirds are back guarding the pond. It is hard to remember the negatives when the sun is shining down, on my face, the birds are singing and the grass is starting to poke up through last years growth.
I still have trailer full of Reno debris, that I will have to winch out by hand, and maybe this year I can plant a garden again. Maybe even get around to organizing the woodwork shop.
I spent the day in there yesterday replacing the cutters in my planer. That didnt exactly go as planned. I lost one bit inside the machine. It had to be found. While I rotated the planer on the stand I built for it, the top snapped off, the weight of the planer rotated violently and the only thing to stop it was my thumb. I bled all over. Things could have been much worse, the force of the 150 pound machine and the sharp edges were more than enough to take my thumb right off. I was being watched over, I am thankful for that.
After patching that up, I continued the search for the missing bit 1/2 ” by 1/2″ it could cause major damage spnning at 30000 rpm, both to the machine and me. For an hour I sifted through sawdust on the floor. Darkness came and I needed to stop looking.
Today I continued the search, yesterday I swept the floor on my hands and knees, I sifted the sawdust one small handful at a time. No joy.
Today I started to look again, it was right out in the open, when the machine flipped it had spit the bit out a foot over from where I looked for it.
Bit found I continued the changeover until I was done. As for thumb it should heal.
I am typing this sitting in my shop, on an unfinished project, one of many. I have so many sometimes that paralyzes me, thinking I cant get it all done. So I end up doing very little. I am working on that, but the unfixed damage to my body, slows me a little. Will I ever get done. I don’t know .
As ugly as the mess is, it is my home. I see it as it could be.
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