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I've been watching this video for the last two days. In parts. Too much to watch all at once. A lot to take in. And, in truth, all well beyond anything I will ever be able to do, or willing to try. Though, too? Many skills, tools, and ideas which could come in handy.
I'll never make a full sized bedroom dresser. That's. out. A smaller one? Maybe. Cabinets, perhaps. Small boxes, chests, sure? But not such a large item. The expense of a mistake would be too severe. Still, definitely a pleasure to watch. And... dream of doing such things.
I finished this morning, as I wake. And, yes, quite a pleasure to watch. So I thought I would share it. Any others out there dream of woodworking? I have many of the tools for some of the work. And am planning on buying more. So tools are being reviewed, and which tools would more likely be useful for what my plans entail. - Oops, it isn't allowed to be put on blogs. Oh well.
A planer and jointer are probably not in my schedule. Though, if I end up doing actual woodworking, making furniture and such, then a planer might be possible. A jointer? Even if I had the money for an 8" x 48" to 64" jointer, or bigger, I don't have the space. And a smaller one can be reverse engineered using a well set up table saw and jigs, or a planer with an adjustable bed or bed and shims. Or... just order the wood with two or three sides already squared. Money, one way or the other, but... there are options.
Now to begin looking for the test strips. I'll look for a bit. If I can't find them in the next half hour, I'll get to putting the saw on the stand. Take a break. Then look for the test strips again. Then, find them or not, either take a shower or a rest and then a shower. Eating afterwards.
I suppose I will feed Sassy first. The squirrel is hungry, and I skipped some of her meals last night. I just... when I'm working too hard, I lose track. Fine, so I'll try to do better. But, missing a few meals, a few times a month, is good for her too. She may not agree, at all. I... win! :p
Well, on to feeding the twerp, giving her some love while she eats, then on to seeking and setting things up. Later.
Leg itching like crazy, swelling down. I take that back, the"knot" is smaller, the whole leg knee down is still swollen "puffy" and mottled purple. Blister popped in the shower, so now have a fingernail sized open wound. Sock off and elevated, let the wound dry till I have to cover it again.
ReplyDeleteDogs visited, I've no food yet, they got scratches.
Hungry... for what??? This is one of those times I wish was 50-60 years ago and supper was on the table you ate what you got, and were happy.
Yea, watch that wound. Get right on top of it, I don't care what it takes. If it gets away from you... I had an open wound for a year and a half, and even now, it's... scaly, at the wound site. I feared I would lose my leg to it, and may yet. Just... telling you. And if you can't take care of it, get in to the doctor. To hell with your pride. Though... use the doctor, don't have them use (or abuse) you. Every two weeks, to once a month, no more unless something comes up.
ReplyDeleteThe coloration and swelling are normal. You have some talent at self damaging though! *grins* No, not mocking... just... a bit jealous in an oddly masculine way. Most of my friends seem to do that well, and I do okay at it myself. *laughs*
Yes... the good old horrible wonderful days. You know though? I don't remember food. My mom mostly made things homemade, because it was cheaper, and she knew how. Sometimes I didn't like that as much. But now I'm back to it. Only, I can't just eat anything. That's the part I miss. But... I'm with you on missing it. Whether those were the good old days? Better? Better for sure. And... I miss being loved? I think. Innocently... parents, siblings. Still, a woman would be good. And a few children.
Bah!