If you go back in time and ask my woodworking teacher for his thoughts on me with power tools, then I suspect they are limited to one statement:
“Don’t let him near you.”
It’s not like I’m truncating digits or any other, but given the results of a project I cobbled together during the formative years of my life, it would be easy to see that knowing power tools didn’t help anyone like that.
In particular, a chess board that I “built” looked more like something out of the head of MC Escher, the Dutch artist who earned his living with people’s thoughts.
The squares were largely misaligned, and the frame of the piece wasn’t really leveled out on any of the four sides.
It was a masterpiece of the dysfunction of lumber shops by a man who managed to turn a simple birdhouse project into something as complicated as I imagine the pyramids should be built from the perspective of the alien.
However, after discovering a semblance of maturity, I have managed to fill my garage and basement with some examples of power tools and equipment needed for various tasks around the home and yard.
Most recently, I added a tiller to the arsenal of gardening tools to prepare for another round of trying to bring green life to this world.
I loved this purchase as I have threatened to buy one for a number of years. It’s not the big ones that tear the floor apart, but a smaller version that I can imagine would do the job adequately if I’d read the instructions on how to properly adjust the wheels. The first run of the tiller tickled the ground quite a bit, but it was a successful first run nonetheless.
It also gave me more thrills than I really thought. Running the machine through the garden area, flinging up dirt and dragging it on the ground was a bit intoxicating and brought me into the spirit of coming back into the garden.
And now that I know something about wheel placement, I plan to walk it around the garden one more time – without giggling like an idiot this time.
Of course, all of this assumes that April brings us back on the way to a more beautiful spring than usual. On these days with more than 70 degrees and threatening thunderstorms, we should have known better that a real April was still in the works.
Cold and windy with little hints and ptarmigan is exactly what an ordinary April offers, which is unfair now that the tiller is in operation.
There’s just something about something like this that really gets you in the mood to put something in the ground.
Now that I’ve got the tiller and started working on the garden, I can of course focus on preparing for the work in the living room, which includes pulling up the carpet, preparing the wood underneath and using a floor sander to bring it to the sweet point “Yes, we have wooden floors”.
The great hope is that I won’t run the grinder in such a way that a new way into the basement is created.
“Not possible,” you say? “Too much trust in me,” I say.
I’ve done some research and believe I can take care of it. The room isn’t that big and the steps are pretty clear. As long as there is no wood to cut or anything other than the most basic math, I should be fine.
I am a little concerned though. If I complete this project will I have confidence and then what? Convert the garage yourself? Do you paint the house yourself? CHANGE OIL IN THE CAR !?
It’s best to pump breaks for now and keep the bar low. Less chance of tripping over it.