A better start than the last stop.

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When I hit the wall yesterday, I hit it hard.  Even then I couldn't just drop.  Things. to. do.  I did get some things done.  It doesn't look like that was enough.  No response.  Working with me isn't fun, but working with most businesses isn't fun either.  They seem, mostly, just to want to hassle.  Or they don't know what they are doing.  Many seem to be quota hire companies where as many people try to be involved as possible.  Not to do the work, but to be able to say they were involved with something, so continued to deserve a paycheck.  Few if any of them seem competent.  First, don't get in pissing contests with clients.  That's not how it works.  I may find another company.  For now, however, I need to check on something else.  After I finished the information transfer, which was a brutal task to enact for the first time... especially in my state... I realized there was some sort of paperwork they wanted me to read or fill out.  I wasn't willing or able to do one more new and stupid dog and/or pony trick.  I'll try to figure that out now... or this evening, when I wake.

I do hope to get the dishes and laundry going.  As well, I think I can cut the drywall and finish cleaning the bathroom.  Having taken out the trash and begun collecting some of the dishes, the kitchen is starting to take better shape.  If not today, soon I will rip and tear and get things back in order.  Shoveling and planting chewed into my biomechanical heart.  Hopefully I can get it all back on track before long.  Long past my inception date yet here I am.

My no. 5 plane arrived today.  For all the turd U.S. union workers complaints, I can easily see that it will work.  It may need some tlc.  But for the price, compared to high end units, it will end up working just as good.  Further, I suspect that even the high end planes may need tuning right out of the box.  I have learned not to believe anything from certain groups.  Look.  If they want Americans to work, they have to end feminism and unions.  Both of which support each other and helped break wages for husbands, while STILL raising the costs for the goods to a point that... while having broken wages... most Americans can't afford.  Choices.  Consequences.  I would like at least one more plane, a block plane, for sure.  I may, in time, end up buying new, used, high and low grade, to... experiment.  Or not.  Depends more on time than much else.

With this plane, after it's cleaned up, and with practice, I can do a number of things.  Even boards for a true fit, flatten wood with even rather aggressive material removal as scrub plane, and a few other things.  This, from a number of woodworkers, would be the one if they could only have one.  While many would prefer a low plane, that was outside of my range right at the start.  I just wanted one with which to... begin tinkering.  The next one will be a little higher quality, but not much.  If I end up using and liking them, perhaps next year, or over winter, I might purchase some used ones to tune and sharpen, then use.

Well... I should get on to waking.  I was down right at eight hours again.  It's what I prefer.  Later.