My house is surrounded by other woodworkers. The weather is getting nicer, so today I am sitting at the table with the double doors open. I am trying to do insurance billing and chart notes, with the insurance billing being about as fun as sticking my head in a blender, in fact, it makes me want to stick my head in a blender!
I can hear a planer in one direction, an air nailer and compressor in another, and the occasional buzz of a table saw in another direction. Why aren’t these people at work! Why do they tempt me so viciously to veer away from the table and out into my shop? I love this noise, but I can’t stand it!
Back to work…..
-- Natalie - My mind is like a bad neighborhood, I don't like to go there alone.