Picked up this nice lathe last Sunday! Seems to be really nice, haven't had a chance to use it yet- I've gotten sever asthma, had to miss about five-six days of school and am currently forbidden from woodworking.
Gettin tired of sitting around, inhaling albuterol vapor.
First things first, gotta check and make sure the garage electricity is suitable for this lathe. I know nothing of electricity; in a class where we had to make basic components, I sucked at it- turns out, seeing colors is a must when it comes to electrical work.
Secondly- Chris, the man who sold me the lathe, gave me two used tools- a Woodriver paring chisel and a woodriver bowl gouge. They seem to be nicely made.
In return I gave him a pruning saw, one of the ones Murakami has sent me. He was very impressed with it and now has given my cell phone to people who need their saws sharpened- mainly dovetail and carcass saws. Should be exciting.
Meeko loves playing in the snow, but she's bred from dingos- so she gets cold easily and runs inside!
Toys keep her warm, though!
One thing, besides sharpening saws, that I can do while taking the nebulizer is woodburn. Pine smoke has never bothered me- though it does to my sister and mother- and I rather like the smell.
First, a sketch...
Then the woodburning. It's supposed to be an androgynous angel, and someone picking grapes. Still need to make the grapes.
Included is a 'poem' I wrote, about the toolbox:
"It won't win awards.
There's nails and there's screws. The boards don't match,
some are jutting out, some are
There's pencil lines. Knots. Burn
But it's not plastic-fantastic;
But it's from God;
and it's free from
Those who inherit it will take use in it,
if nothing else to take it apart,
and create with it's boards.
And creation is the closest way to