|Workshop by poopiekat||posted 03-21-2008 05:57 AM||3610 reads||0 times favorited||25 comments|
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Two table saws, bandsaw 12.5” thickness planer, 6” jointer, edge sander shaper, router table, 14X40 lathe, 4” dust collection 5 rollaway chests full of stuff, and a collection of old planes clamps and measuring tools. All this accumulated over 43 years of woodworking, in various capacities from rough and finish carpentry, a cabinet-making apprenticeship, antique furniture restorations and my garage sale addiction. My workshop has followed me from Southern NH, Arizona, to Coastal Maine, North Carolina, and now Canada.
[Edit May 2015]
^^ Wow^^ Been some time since I filled out that workshop info! and a lot has happened, most of it not very Positive.
Though there are a few people here with whom I’ve shared some good will with, there have been plenty of people I’d have preferred never to have crossed paths with. Sometimes even I blame myself, like with this example. An LJ near to me announced his acquisition of a lathe, and I offered my spare factory base off my Delta lathe to him. I was three months past my coronary triple bypass at the time. I struggled to get the base unburied from my garage and loaded it into my truck, along with some beech and walnut blocks. He made me bring it across the street to his house, complaining of his own physical maladies. He made critical comments about the ‘rough cut’ quality of the lumber I gifted to him. He then talked up a guy he knew who had great cabinet lumber he was trying to sell. He insisted we take my truck. He complained because I did not want him smoking in my truck.
We arrived at a house where the man had crappy crate plywood he salvaged from Boeing. This LJ had already made a deal to purchase this rain-soaked dog-crap plywood. I had to load his purchase in the back of my truck without any help on his part. You guessed it, I lumped it into his house for him as he looked on. That $#!@# lathe stand was still sitting in his front yard a year and a half later, and for all I know it is still there where I dropped it.
Then there was the LJ who outbid me on a tool and gloated about it after. He paid $23, and immediately offered it to me for $100. Cripes! It bothered me more that I posted the auction link because it happened to be currently a topic of conversation.
Worse yet, an LJ started sending me harassing PMs of an increasingly threatening nature. Stuff like “you’re not going to live much longer” and pictures of his arsenal, and finally, a Google street view image of my own house!!
So… I resolved to tread more carefully about any face-to-face interactions with LJs. But it doesn’t stop there. Having a bit of pride over my substantial plane inventory, a few good people have made positive comments BUT there have been many who hit me up, mostly in PM, about how they thought I should GIVE them a plane of their choice since I have many and they have few. Some of these messages are even hard to take seriously!!! But, serious they are, one of whom was very specific that all the cutters, guides, and depth stops had to be included in the plane he felt he deserved from me, ”Because replacement parts are expensive”!!! What chutzpah!! Cripes, not even an offer to pay the international shipping!!
I now have MIG and oxyacetylene torch capabilities in my garage. I will be fabricating some fixtures and dozens of repair jobs too, a few of which are handplanes. Lumberjocks will become a far less important diversion for me, as other challenges and opportunities flood into my leisure hours. It’s all about better use of my time, though I’ll keep a few threads on “Watch”.
-- Einstein: "The intuitive mind is a sacred gift, and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift." I'm Poopiekat!!