The title aptly sums up my feeling over the last few days.
I spent the last few days getting my chisels and plane blades sharp. Like really sharp. Like shave the hair of my arm off sharp. These blades gleamed dangerously, glinting in the light like little razor sharp mirrors. Then I went outside.
One of the saw bench legs had split. No split doesn’t do this justice, exploded is more like it. This board wasn’t just relieving stress, it had a midlife crisis.
Attempts to reglue failed. I am trying to figure out how to make this work.
Two steps forward, one step back.
-- Geoff Webb, Spokane WA