While I’m sitting around watching Mom…now that I have a CCTV in the shop to keep an eye on her…I have been tearing apart a piano for the wood. Not the best decision I ever made, but I am getting some good hinges and a few fair pieces of wood. The thought now occurring to me is about slicing the piano I have in half, just below the keyboard, and letting the bottom half of the piano be a base for a decent workbench. It has a very heavy base and sides. The casters are removed. With a laminated top out of the posts of this and other pianos, well it might just make a decent workbench. Ever hear of anybody doing that? This old piano just can’t hold the tune anymore, that’s why the need to tear it apart. And my piano tuner friend has brought me another piano today. Lots of work tearing them apart. I can vouch for that. I’ve traded him some of the good pieces of wood from the front of the piano…but that’s okay. It’s best to have a friend sometimes…and the pain of a lopsided trade early in the friendship. One never gets something for nothing. And he’s invited me to scavenge the “burn pile” at his shop…more of those solid back posts, says he. Oh, sure, I’m probably making more work for myself than I would if I just went and bought some beech or rock maple…but at the prices for the wood, well, I’ve run out of cash, for the most part since I spent so much on my big bandsaw, jointer, thickness planer, Leigh jig and Tormek. With the exception of the electrician, my big cash outlays are over…and I have to start doing something with what I have. As always, things happen slowly since I’m also chief cook and bottle washer here. Pictures of the piano destruction/recycling here. Oh, the horror movie sound effects happen everytime I drag a string out of the piano. It sounds like the workshop is haunted. And in a way it is. I feel the spirit of George Nakashima shaming me and shaking his finger at me everytime I waste time or do something wrong. I never knew the gentleman, but reading about him and other great woodworkers has probably given me more sleepless nights than any real ghosts could do. Did I do this right?
Did I do that right? Am I going in the right direction for the last, hopefully, 20 years of my life? All I know is that I’ve never been happier. That’s all anyone needs, I’ve come to learn…going the direction their heart takes them. This needed to happen years ago…and I was always trying to make someone else happy. That’s the easiest way to waste a life…trying to make someone else happy. It can’t be done.
-- /\/\/\ BarryW /\/\/\ Stay so busy you don't have time to die.