First, the caveat:
I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about woodworking, trying to make sense of what it is that has always drawn me to it. I’m notorious for over-thinking, overanalyzing and basically spending too much energy navel-gazing. This blog is intended to get some of it out of my head. I’ll be glib, sarcastic and flippant in my other posts. Who knows how this one will turn out. It may be a train wreck, so reader beware! If navel-gazing doesn’t hold any appeal or distraction for you, move on. If you’re allergic to estrogen, move away quickly.
My own personal rules are to not to spend more than 30 minutes on any one post. I can correct a mistake if I catch it right away, but can’t go back. If I post it, I can’t edit or delete. I tend to edit things to death and have been known to delete my posts before it’s too late.
If anything resonates with you, feel free to chime in.
A few weeks ago, there were some comments made about the ever changing group of people who frequent the Stumpy Nubs thread. Some of it was amusing, some of it was accurate and some of it was unnecessarily hurtful.
Here’s my own view of Stumpyland:
-If someone loses a family member, condolences are expressed, and then we move on. We all feel for the person, and their family, but from my own experience, it’s nice to be among friends and think about something else for awhile during a tragedy.
-If someone has cancer, heart disease or the like, they are not excused from ribbing, and good natured insults. With my own health issues, it’s nice to go somewhere where I don’t have to hear the simpering ‘how arrrrrrrre youuuuuu???” Yes I need to vent occasionally, and maybe that makes some non-Stumpy folks uncomfortable, but then I fully expect to be teased for my rant.
In other words, nothing is taken too seriously in Stumpyland although there is a unspoken level of respect. We all have good days, bad days and some really horrid days but we know we can go there and feel like Norm at Cheers.
We do talk about woodworking. And more woodworking, and then something about somebody having a barge, and then then one of the guys just built a Super Sucker, and Andy now owns a Woodmizer and we all hate him for that. Gary is usually on early in the morning, and he serves up the coffee.
Four years ago, a close family member lay dying. I would call him and tell him raunchy jokes. He would laugh so hard he’d wheeze. And then he’d ask me to call him again. He seemed to enjoy the break from the somber seriousness attached to dying in this society.
I guess what I’m rambling on about tonight is this – if you can forget your troubles by finding a group of people with whom you feel comfortable and accepted and who also make you laugh until the soda shoots out your nose, enjoy every minute of it. If you prefer to wax philosophical about stuff more substantial than Rex’s toilet habits, have at it. If you like to discuss miter accuracies to the .001 and then argue about why that’s not mathematically possible, all the power to you. And if your schtick is to find fault in other people’s coping mechanisms, then I guess that’s a coping mechanism in and of itself and I’m sure there are like-minded people for you too.
And all of that is right here on Lumberjocks.
Set the timer for the coffee Gary. I’ll be up early tomorrow.
And Randy – don’t stay up past your bedtime. A man your age needs his sleep.
If Stumpy’s thread is in fact a ‘Trail of Tears’ it’s because we laugh a lot. How hard do we laugh? Depends. (Get it? Depends…..?? Rex gets it.)
G’‘night John Boy
-- No, I don't want to buy the pink hammer.