I’ve been playing with electricity again. This year I bought a halogen double light with the stand for use on construction lights. Well it quit on me. I changed the bulbs..bypassed the cord and the switches..cussed…still isn’t working. Ten weeks ago I ordered a fan and set of lights for my house they look great. Four pendant lights to match the fan were all to long so I had to shorten them…anyway after cutting every thing down with my hacksaw and some creative use of a tap and die set I got them up. Now the twentyfive dollar light switch will not turn off. I’m getting old and cranky. I vividly remember grandpa bitching about how they just don’t make things like they use to. I’m really tired of buying crap. In the last five years a Wal-mart and 3 one dollar stores (where you can get a 73cent item for a dollar) opened in my town. I know I’m powerless over American buying habits.
I have a buddy makes ten times what I make telling banks how much a house is worth. The quality of workmanship has absolutly nothing to do with the price he gives to a bank. I get paid the same to install your kitchen crappily as I do to do a quality job. The question I always hear is how long will it take and what will it cost. I’m powerless over the fact that in this world your house is more an investment than a home.
This is what I walk away from when I start working at my bench. I have this feeling that there is something spiritual about woodworkers. I’m not sure we belong to this time or place. It’s something about how our minds and hearts get involved a project. I loved doing remodels where I got to meet the family because I understand its not just a product I build it is part of how a family lives and loves. I am emotionally diminished when I lose track of what furniture is and start to think only in terms of board feet and hours involved…then again maybe I just need medicated!