Reviewing the mess I’d left in the wake of my careless injury (healing nicely now) I discovered a couple of things needing attention. That chisel was dull (probably why it skipped out of the wood into my hand … that
Got a bench, but nowhere to put my tools. Stuff is either piled on the shelf above the bench, or if it’s an edge tool it’s tucked away in a junky plastic toolbox I’ve had kicking around for years. So,
It was always “one more thing” before I can start as an excuse. Issue resolved. It is, in a word, fugly. It’s fugly and flat (ish … still working on it). It’s fugly and heavy (ish … with aid from
“I just need this one more thing then I can start.” a.k.a. the clearest example of my procrastination that I have. I’ve been slowly amassing a collection of hand powered woodworking tools over the last couple of years and I
Be more interested. Sounds like good advice, and that’s what I’m trying to do. I’ve found that the people most interesting to me are those that are interested in something (or somethings) themselves. More importantly, they also seem pretty happy.