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Life is brighter here at Toad Woods
Apr. 5th, 2014 12:56 amMy subject line can be attributed to the burned-out lightbulbs I replaced in the mudroom hall, kitchen, basement stairway, and living room.
Life's brighter on other fronts, too, most immediately the fact that I'll be spending Saturday and Sunday in the woodturning class at Snow Farm. I haven't made anything on a lathe since I was 12 or 13. Time spent in Daddy's workshop in the basement of 22 Grand Blvd. rank high in the fondest memories from my childhood. The deep, emotional joy permeates my life -- the aroma of freshly-cut wood, sawdust, and just plain being in a workshop...especially a wood-working workshop...it's my crack. There's the high, the sense of well-being...and no downer follows. Visiting Mike Anderson's workshop in Marathon, WI, back in 2010 brought that flood of joy. And now I get to spend two days in a workshop where a dozen of us are making turned objects from wood. Heck, just sitting there listening and breathing would be sheer bliss. The learning and making are pure lagniappe in this case. But both learning and making are also lifelong sources of joy for me.
So, yeah, life is bright, indeed. And *now* I'm going to bed, so as to have some real sleep before driving and operating power tools. Will wonders never cease?
Life's brighter on other fronts, too, most immediately the fact that I'll be spending Saturday and Sunday in the woodturning class at Snow Farm. I haven't made anything on a lathe since I was 12 or 13. Time spent in Daddy's workshop in the basement of 22 Grand Blvd. rank high in the fondest memories from my childhood. The deep, emotional joy permeates my life -- the aroma of freshly-cut wood, sawdust, and just plain being in a workshop...especially a wood-working workshop...it's my crack. There's the high, the sense of well-being...and no downer follows. Visiting Mike Anderson's workshop in Marathon, WI, back in 2010 brought that flood of joy. And now I get to spend two days in a workshop where a dozen of us are making turned objects from wood. Heck, just sitting there listening and breathing would be sheer bliss. The learning and making are pure lagniappe in this case. But both learning and making are also lifelong sources of joy for me.
So, yeah, life is bright, indeed. And *now* I'm going to bed, so as to have some real sleep before driving and operating power tools. Will wonders never cease?
