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.
Sometimes it’s good to take a step back from the ‘deep thoughts’ we all have and just enjoy a bit of fluff.
Today I was at a card shop and saw a little journal about gratitude. I didn’t buy it, but I asked myself what I was grateful for at that very moment.
Boggs. That’s what first popped into my mind, maybe because I was wearing them at the time. If you don’t know what they are, they are insulated rubber boots with funky patterns and handle holes on the sides to pull them on. They’re worn by all the yuppy kids at daycare, but they now make monstrous ones for adults. Mine were a Christmas present. Name brand rubber boots just sound sooooo wrong. I grew up with the black ones with the red toe and heel passed down from my brothers. If you wore them with shorts they rubbed your legs raw.
But today it was a miserable snowy, wet, windy, cold day and I was grateful for my purple flowered Boggs. They’re warm, comfy and probably one of the best presents I ever got.
So what are the illogical ‘fluffy’ or smaller things in woodworking for which I’m grateful or make me smile?
-the little red tip on my Rockler glue bottle. Genius. I love the bottle and I haven’t lost the tip yet.
- wingnuts (not people wing nuts, but actual wing nuts). There’s one on the side of my table saw for holding the extra blades and I give it a turn and the thing spins like a whirly-gig.
-sandpaper. Can’t really explain why.
-The itty bitty ball bearings in the full-extension drawer slides. I got mad at a slide once and discovered how many ball bearings come out if you smash it. I considered keeping them.
-the word ‘marrette’ So it’s not woodworking, but they’re in my shop. I grew up not knowing they had a name. It sounds pretty worldly and exotic for a little plastic thingamabob for wiring.
-nail set tools. These fall into the ‘wow, they make those?’ category.
-a monkey wrench. How can a name like that not bring you joy?
-glue encrusted shop clothes. Other than an apron, it’s the only time I’m wearing something that can be used for wiping my hands
-prying open a can of stain
-pounding a can of stain closed
Shortest blog ever. Evidently I need some practice being grateful.
-- No, I don't want to buy the pink hammer.