Blood On The Pine
Aug. 18th, 2011 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
catsittingstillToday was Non-Profit Day, as I spent the morning working in the Jefferson Rural Clinic and the afternoon at a League of Women Voters organizing meeting.
As a result I got nothing done on the instrument case today. However in the previous couple of days I used the new coping saw to saw the top to match the sides reasonably closely, then refastened the top and used spokeshave and sander to get the top as exactly flush with the sides as I could manage. In the process I abraded the skin off the knuckle of my left little finger and started leaving dots of blood on the white pine. Which, by the way, stings.
I can't think of any major woodworking project I've undertaken without shedding (hopefully only a little) blood on it. Maybe this is some kind of metaphor for a maker's investment in her making, but it would be okay with me if it stayed on the metaphorical level. Just saying.
As a result I got nothing done on the instrument case today. However in the previous couple of days I used the new coping saw to saw the top to match the sides reasonably closely, then refastened the top and used spokeshave and sander to get the top as exactly flush with the sides as I could manage. In the process I abraded the skin off the knuckle of my left little finger and started leaving dots of blood on the white pine. Which, by the way, stings.
I can't think of any major woodworking project I've undertaken without shedding (hopefully only a little) blood on it. Maybe this is some kind of metaphor for a maker's investment in her making, but it would be okay with me if it stayed on the metaphorical level. Just saying.
