As I sit here at my kitchen table I notice that my neighbor across the street has decided he needs to park sideways in the lower part of his driveway and partly on the street. I ponder if I should wake his rear end now or after the UPS Freight delivery truck crunches his bumper.
Most people deliver a baby in a hospital or a home delivery unit (i.e. bathtub, go figure!) But I wait here, patiently updating my friends on FaceBook every 15 minutes…NOPE, not here yet! ::sigh::
This is going to be my baby. If I can do it, I want to start making small projects on this thing and if I feel they are good enough, I may try to sell them. It’s like trying to sell the puppies of course, it’s going to be hell but I will have to let my projects go out the door. Wow, I haven’t even cracked the box and here I am dreaming of being a cabinetmaker or something like one.
For now, woodworker will be my title, unless I get a job, then who knows. Right now, thanks to good ol’ Uncle Sam I get my bandsaw. My first bandsaw. (Had to go update my FaceBook page!).
Once I finish my first “real” bandsaw box, I will post photos of it here. I will hem and haw about every little detail and enjoy the waves of encouragement lapping at my feet. Or smacking me in the head, one.
For those of you who haven’t a clue as to WHICH bandsaw I have purchased, it’s the “Grizzly 14 Ultimate Bandsaw with the riser kit, thank you very much!
It’s funny, the riser kit came out of PA and arrived yesterday. It sits on my bench just waiting for me to install it. It calls out to me every now and again…installl me, install me. Ghostly without it’s proper place in life.
Well, I’ll just sit here and wait until it arrives and watch as it slowly descends from the truck and approaches it’s new life with me. Until then…