Home. Home. I knew it entering.
Richard Hugo, "The Only Bar in Dixon", The Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir, 1973
Sorry for the teaser of a title. It's 6:22am and it is still dark outside, the sun won't be up for almost another hour. Today will be a busy day, calls to make, errands to the flatlands and then work on guitars and the garage floor.
If my bench isn't cluttered it means that I'm not working, I get so involved with what I'm doing that I don't take time to put things away as I go. I know this is heresy in the woodworking world. My dad, who was a wonderful mechanic, always told me to never take a car to a mechanic who has a clean shop and clean hands, that means that he isn't getting customers or he spends more time cleaning then working. I've read that most musicians who become woodworkers tend to keep scrupulously clean shops, I guess I'm not much of a musician, I'm sure that James Krenov would take me to task for being so cluttered and disorganized. This is me, this is how I work.
I feel that I am buried under a backlog of work, I have so many guitars to french polish, but I need to keep up with my woodworking skills so I am forging ahead with 2 new guitars. That goes back to my last post, What I Forgot About Guitarmaking, there are so many things that I have forgotten how to do and I will probably post under that heading again, there are a few more points about working with hand tools and wood that I want to make.
YouTube of the Day: I studied with Warren Haskell from November 1994 to May 1995, he is a very generous man and a wonderful teacher, I feel fortunate that I had the chance to study with him. I was delighted to find his website yesterday, so here is one of his YouTubes. Enjoy!