Ya I had to work today! Finely got a job and the contractor screws me on the schedule. But damn it was nice to play behind the saw. Grumbling done right has to start with the knowledge that I’ve got it made. One of the few independent Americans left. I get to do what my skills and talent direct me towards rather than deal with the legal/corporate/bureaucratic, anything for the mighty dollar, world of business the rest of America gets to suffer with. I sometimes grumble about how many people have lost their farms and businesses. Their independence. Their chunk of the true American dream. Which isn’t money Damn It! It is the right to work for yourself, or to work with dignity. To be a craftsman and not just another body on the job.
I haven’t grumbled for a long time, because this economy thing hit me square in the gut. One of the few Americans who avoided a mortgage and credit cards it just felt like I was paying for your mistakes. I knew the nature of construction when I started decades ago. I thought I was prepared. It is amazing how fast all my savings dried up when there was absolutely no work. Now things seem to be picking up.
Actually I’m pretty jazzed about this kitchen. A true custom job. Inset doors, soft close under mount slides, actual panels on the side walls instead of 1/4 inch skins. I’d forgotten how much fun cabinets could be.
So enjoy your turkeys all you nine to fivers. I’ll be stuck in the shop. Happy ThanksGrumbling!