Since I didn’t have my laptop, I didn’t write up a daily summary of events so this is going to be a bit less narrative and a bit more stream-of-memory.
Since I didn’t have my laptop, I didn’t write up a daily summary of events so this is going to be a bit less narrative and a bit more stream-of-memory.
“Oroshigane” is the Japanese word for “shop metal” – steel that is home-brewed from whatever the smith decides is interesting.
From my bedroom window, this is one of the views:
Once I had the burner ring working, I set up a big pot (a turkey frier I picked up at TSco) and … That was it.
Last spring, I decided that I’d try to collect some maple syrup from a few of my many maple trees. So, I marked down which trees were maples, and when the weather started to get warmish, I struck:
Last night I did a really stupid thing. I had forgotten an item in my car, and decided to just zip out and grab it. Which meant that I traipsed out into 15F snow wearing a bathrobe and my house-slippers, which are leather-soled moccasins.
Creating things for the future, or to give people pleasure, is an optimistic act.
Making boxes is one of the fundamental techniques of woodworking, and it’s also kind of a pain in the ass.
Dust collection is a standard shop problem. When I was a kid, my father’s friend Monsieur Foulquier (who did most of the carpentry at the house in France) had a very old-school shop, where the floor consisted of a 2 foot-thick layer of sawdust; I know because I was curious and did a dig. His carpentry shop dated back to the Napoleonic era, I am fairly sure, and even had a central power distribution consisting of a bar with huge wooden pulley-wheels and everything could hook up/down through the use of long leather belts.
I’m going to post a series of this, I hope, as it progresses. Really, we’re talking about maybe an hour or two of actual work but … why not? Turning stuff on a lathe is tremendous fun when it comes out right. I realize that by posting this I am setting myself up for failure.