Well the big day finally arrived. I have returned to my house and MY SHOP!! It was getting late in the evening, so I didn’t have much light to take photos out in the shop. Initial inspection turned up both good news and bad:
- My cabinet saw that I’ve lovingly cared for seems to have survived quite well. Not a speck of rust on the surface. For those of you that do not treat the working surface of your saw, let this be a lesson. With waxing, this top survived for almost two years with no rust in a high moisture environment.
- The bandsaw had some rust specs on the table, but nothing major.
- The CNC machine powers up, but the motors are not working . So no plywood dinosaurs in the front yard for a while. I’m in the process of debugging the circuits, but it’s going to take time.
- The handtools and small electric tools that were in storage cabinets or in their plastic cases are in perfect condition. Again, a lesson to be learned if you do not have a climate controlled shop. Keep things covered and protected.
- the temporary shelter that I was storing plywood in had issues. According to my next door neighbor, the winter before last, we had heavy snow and it collapsed one end of the roof. Snow and rain for two seasons have turned several dozen oak, cherry, and maple plywood veneer sheets into something that can only be used as exterior sheathing. Such a waste. I’ll see this weekend what I can salvage out of it.
- Whoever has been in my shop during my absence seems to not like to put things back from where they took them. Many of my tools and materials were scattered around the shop, on the floor, or dumped into a pile. It was difficult to know what was present and what was missing. I’ll figure this out once I get things cleaned up and back in order.
Anyway, It is not the way it was left, but I consider myself very lucky that so much survived untouched. I’ll post some before and after pictures as I get things back in order and then it’s on to to making some sawdust.
-- The Pacific Northwest - where men are men and trees are scared.