Tonight’s blog is more of an update. I am sort of in a zone with flattening my router table top, and don’t have much new to add. I did buy a 1” Freud bit, which has helped considerably. I am also getting better at making consistent passes over the wood, which has cut down on the slight variation from one pass to the next.
The most obvious part of this that has jumped out is that I have only done one side of the table top, and I just can’t bear to not do the other side as well. So there is quite a bit more work to be done.
My great uncle Merle liked woodworking. I was pretty young, the last time I saw him, and I don’t think I ever knew about his woodworking. I only found out, because I became interested in learning and my father mentioned it. A couple of weekends ago I was admiring a little round table with a lamp on it. It turns out that it was made by Merle Meeks. I know this, because he had written Merle Meeks and the year, 1977, on the bottom of it with some sort of burning iron thingy. I am sure they have a name, but alas, I don’t know what they are called. It is a lovely little table, made from what I believe is walnut. The leg is turned and I am told that he was a big fan of working on his lathe. It has a nice finish on it and is a lovely piece of furniture. He did not, however, take the time to sand the underside of the feet of the table.
Now, I am sure my parents have had this table for some time, and like most people, spend very little time examining the underside of the feet. Of course, they haven’t contracted woodworkers obsessive examiners disorder, or WOED. The first sign is when one notices the molding on a nice cabinet. Before contracting this disorder, which I am hoping will be covered under Obama care; I wouldn’t have paid attention to such things. Now I open drawers, check for dovetails, salivate at the sight of lumber trucks, and generally think about woodworking all the time. I am hoping that once congress passes health care reform, I will be able to buy all the tools I need, for medicinal purposes, and only have a small co-pay. That would be lovely and I am sure it would improve my quality of life and make living with this terrible affliction, more bearable.
The second sign of being WOED is when one starts to obsess about the areas that are not going to be seen by anyone, like the underside of the feet on my Uncle’s table. For me though, it is too late. I saw the saw marks on the bottom of those feet and thought, “I would have sanded that.” In truth, the feet were eerily similar to the feet on my saw horses, of which, I did sand the undersides.
So that is where I am right now. The top side is nearly done and I am ready to move on to the other steps, but because of WOED, I just can’t. So I think I will get back to work, flattening the part of the table that nobody will see, unless they are in the room when I am changing the router bit. This is unlikely, since I live in a town of 280, rarely get visitors, and if I did, wouldn’t make them watch me change a router bit.
I like to push the writing envelope whenever I can, so I would like to conclude today’s blog with the original intro I had written. Has that ever been done? Finishing with the beginning? I don’t know. Surely I am on the cutting edge of blog writing technology? I digress.
(Original Intro) I am suffering from a mild case of ‘writer’s block of cheese’. This is commonly defined as “A cheesy writer who has, more than usual, nothing to say, though that rarely stops him or her.” I could mention that today is the two month anniversary of my blogging journey, but that isn’t terribly interesting. I could talk about the flattening of my laminated router table top, but that is probably getting a bit tired. I was even thinking I could do an episode of Henry Wood, but alas, I just don’t feel it.
The end…or the beginning…I am not at all sure.
[Editor’s Note: If anyone has any other symptoms of WOED, please leave them in the comments, as this will help us to get attention we deserve from the AMA.]
-- Brian Meeks, http://extremelyaverage.com