Call me Dreek (a nickname given to me by my late brother; a name which I have not heard spoken aloud in probably 15 or 20 years.) I’m a semi-old guy who’s just getting started in woodworking.
After playing around with some brain-dead simple power-tool projects that served a purpose (moldings, a shop-built air cleaner) I’ve decided that hand work will be my thing. This is a hobby, there is no hurry, I don’t like loud machines or dust, and I especially don’t like exponentially increasing my chances of losing a finger (or worse.) So I will retain my nice little power set-up (jointer, lunchbox planer, Shopsmith, sliding miter saw) for the sake of rough-sizing my wood and home-maintenance-with-deadlines, and proceed to learn how to sharpen hand tools properly, set myself up with a workbench, and begin (again) at the beginning. I’m in no rush to build a big half-assed project, and so baby steps will be taken, starting with things like cutting boards and kitchen drawer organizers that will get me familiar on a small scale with glue-ups and simple joinery.
I intend to 1) enjoy this, and 2) get very good at it. That will take time, but at 54, I have the requisite patience, wisdom, intelligence, and physical strength to get it done.
-- Woodworking is a beautiful, physical, cerebral, and noble art.