I’m sure this has happened to other people—you start out trying to do one thing and end up doing all sorts of others. That’s the definition of yak shaving—one thing leads to another and before you know it you end up needing to shave a yak when all you wanted to do was (insert activity).
I have the bench top to the basic shape I want, including dado-ing out some chisel and saw holders.
I started to visualize the base of the bench—I like to get exact measurements on each part as they relate to others, so I don’t really start out with a precise cut list.
I didn’t want to put the skirt on the bench top until I had the base set up. In order to start setting up the base, I need to start cutting some mortise and tenon joints. I have a crap set of chisels that also double as screw drivers, paint priers, door stops, and throwing knives. I also have a great set of swiss chisels that would be perfect for working in oak. Only, I don’t have a mallet to hit them with. Ok, so I went about making a mallet.
Some blood. Some sweat. But fine. In the process of making the mallet, the whole shop became a mess. Everything was spraying dust everywhere. I couldn’t find tools. What I needed for this small space, I decided, was a set of little workbenches. Yes, that’s right, in order to build a work bench I would first need to build several other workbenches. This was like the process of building the mallet—I used my nice swiss chisels, but I had nothing to hit them with, because I needed a mallet.
Picked up a utility cart for $10 at a garage sale.
Built a quick and dirty miter-saw station / compressor home.
Built most of an out-feed table / home for a heavy chest of pipe-fitting tools that is always in the way.
Meanwhile my thein dust separator continues to languish half finished.
As does my half-repaired planer-jointer (waiting for new brushes to come in the mail).
I also am tired of using my tiny construction table saw, especially when there is a 220 3 hp delta sitting in my garage unused (no 220 power nearby). My dad asked me not to try and hook it up—can you see the thick cables snaking into the house, down the stairs, and into the breaker box? So I thought I would make the best of it and move the table saw (with it’s giant fence) from the middle of the garage to the side of the garage. At the same time, I decided to steal the fence and set up something useable in a table saw / router station combo. But like many of this week’s projects, it’s only half done.
I still need to join the top rail and the two side posts as well as, you know, make the additional table portions.
Anyway, the garage is a mess, I shaved lots of yaks, and my work bench is no closer than it was a week ago. Yikes. Maybe some good will come of this, but I doubt it.