Dust happens

My shop is lonely. It hasn’t seen work in weeks. But I’ve learned to wood working gods still create dust. I haven’t confirmed that it’s sawdust. I don’t have that kind of time. I don’t have much of any time it seems.

The good news is the cause. Not the cause of the dust, but the lack of shop time. Two weekends ago we celebrated the arrival of our second child. Happy baby girl, Lyla.

I knew it was coming, but it was quite a shock. I had been working in my shop about every day. And when I wasn’t out there, I was reading about woodworking. I was right in the middle of a very basic project – a couple of pairs of stilts for some friend’s children. Now I’ve been “working” from home, but I get a couple minutes here and there. Not enough to begin to think about going in the shop. Not that I have the energy for it either.

I happen to have the house to myself today and I walked through the garage (aka shop) to take out the trash. I saw the long pine stilts and just for a second I thought to myself, “What is that?” What I saw were just the ends sticking out. Over the two weeks we keep tossing things out into the garage and crap has started to pile on the workbench, the table saw and project in progress.

This happened with our first child. It’s just amazing how this all had been forgotten. He’s almost two now and I had begun to be able to work in the shop and he’d amuse himself with a pile of sawdust.

So I think I’m going to leave the light and the radio on to keep my tools company.

-- ED