After moving, it always takes me a month or two to get a new routine established. And that’s been dragged out by balancing time for dissertating, a new part-time job (hello discount outdoor gear!), and fostering good habits for living with my partner. Oh, and I squeezed a two week trip back to Idaho for my best friend’s wedding and some family and wilderness time, and then a chip carving class up at Lost Art Press after that (I already love being only 90 minutes away).
So the workshop is only half unpacked, between the basement and the garage. The lathe is remounted, but I need to get the motor placed. Most of the other tools are stacked, since I have to still get someone over to help me carry the toolchest down the sketchy basement stairs. My saws are up with Mike Seimsen, who generously took me up on my saw swap idea. They should be back soon, super sharp, and in the case of the rip, retoothed!
Once I have those, I’ll start my bench build. It’s going to be an SYP knockdown Nicholson, but with a laminated top instead of the flatsawn sandwich (which I found on my last bench was prone to a bit too much cupping and didn’t hold my holdfasts quite as sturdily as I would like). It will also have my Wilton face vise. So it’s something like a Schwarz/Sellers mashup, which is probably something neither would like, but who cares. It’s my bench. I’m still trying to decide whether to flush mount the face vise or not. It could come down to how things look when I’m assembling everything. Thoughts?
Blogging to pick up once more. For now–switching from current events/politics blogs and listening to NPR to a couple baseball history podcasts has done wonders for my peace of mind. I need to be informed, yes, but constant outrage isn’t good for anyone.
The Red River Gorge is beautiful.