Epiphany at the bandsaw
I'm notorious for over-thinking, overanalyzing and basically spending too much energy navel-gazing. This blog is intended to get some of it out of my head. I'll be glib, sarcastic and flippant in my other posts. Who knows how this one will turn out. It may be a train wreck, so reader beware! If navel-gazing doesn't hold any appeal or distraction for you, move on. If you're allergic to estrogen, move away quickly.
My own personal rules are to not to spend more than 30 minutes on any one post. I can correct a mistake if I catch it right away, but can't go back. If I post it, I can't edit or delete. I tend to edit things to death and have been known to delete my posts before it's too late.
If anything resonates with you, feel free to chime in.
It's been a long time since I posted a blog entry, and I've been neglecting some of my friends on LJ lately. But tonight I had a 'moment' at the bandsaw that I'd like to share. I was resawing maple for my next batch of clothespins and the new blade didn't seem to be cutting well. Then I noticed how fine the sawdust was and so I stopped the saw. I realized that I had just put on a new blade with too many TPI for the job I was doing.
"No big deal" I thought, and so I took off that blade, coiled it back up, took down another one, installed it, adjusted the tracking and was back in business. In no time I had done about 100 bf of lumber.
And then it occurred to me that what I had just done as a routine part of being in the shop was something just a few years ago that I would have known nothing about. Just reading about it was intimidating to me. Before I bought my bandsaw, I bought a book, read all about it and understood very little. The first time I had to uncoil a blade I was in a long sleeve shirt, wore leather gloves and had safety glasses on. I was sure I was going to sever an artery just handling it.
And I HATED my Rikon that first year. The belt was walking off the pulley, I couldn't get the blankety-blank thing to track, and on it went. I still would like to trade up, but I've learned a lot about how a band saw works and I can usually figure out what's going on. A new blade fixes a lot of problems….
My shop is now wired for 220 and is lit with 6 glorious LED fixtures. I can tell you about each tool I use and what the quirks are. I can listen to a board going through the planer and tell you if there's still a low spot by the sound it makes.
Mr refurbed Delta planer hums along nicely and I know when the blades need to be sharpened. Better yet, I refurbished it myself.
Without my LJ buddies, I'm pretty sure I would never have gained the confidence to jump in and learn some of the things I can now do.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I AM WOODWORKER, HEAR ME ROAR!
(Insert manly tool noises and a fist pump)
11:02 pm. That's all I got. Goodnight, don't let the bedbugs bite.
'Nuff said …