What to write about??
I went out of town this weekend (trip to Richmond, VA) so not much went on as far as wood working. I did try to convince my mother that the sofa table I promised her I would build should be in the Arts and Crafts style, so I could enter it into the contest here (is a sofa table able to be entered or does it have to be an end table?). She is supposed to get back to me so I may end up trying to build too tables at the same time, a simple one for her and a more complex one for myself so I can begin to play around with new types of joinery, at least for me, and new types of wood (where is the cheapest place to purchase ebony boards?)
All in all this was a pretty typical weekend for me. I say for me because the other employees here at my 9 to 5 (or J. O. B.) seem to find my stories a little “out there”. Let me break this down for you. I have 3 lives, J O B, College, and Wood Worker. On a normal day I wake up at 7 get ready for work, put on the collared shirt and head out to sit at my desk (yippie…). At the J O B I read this, run through that, schedule meetings to talk about and see if we need to schedule another meeting, etc. etc. etc. It is a laid back atmosphere, but in the back of your mind you know the limits in what can be said and done. Then around 5:00 I shut down my computer, get in the car (Audi A4, I freakin love this car and highly recommend them to everyone) and head back home. I will use last Friday as an example, I pull up to my house and see about 20-30 people out in my front yard, there are girls in bikini tops (the weather is finally changing!) guys with no shirts on and everyone has a beer or cup filled with some type of alcoholic drink in their hand. A couple guys are throwing the Frisbee for my pup (she is a bulldog, but thinks she is a Lab) and I glance up on the porch and my buddy in holding the beer bong for this other guy who downs the whole thing in about 3 gulps (not too shaby). Now remember this is maybe 5:30 in the afternoon. I get out of the car still in my khakis and collared shirt and walk straight to my room to change into a T and jeans. I seriously have to shake my head and “morph” back into college mode before I head back out.
I know this little rambling had absolutely nothing to do about wood in any way (except for the fact that the floor everyone is spilling their beer on is hardwood, at least I think it is…), but I really had nothing else to talk about and felt like filling in part 2 of this blog. Let me know if we are supposed to keep these strictly about wood and wood working alone. And if we are then i will make sure and post a disclaimer at the top of each of these ramblings…
Thank you and good day…
-- E.B.Z. Virginia