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Originally Posted by RWood
As a result of a hit-and-run accident (I was walking when hit) while I was in high school I had a broken beer bottle piece driven into my left wrist that did a number on the left hand. (I have never been able to play guitar as well since. Can't mash down the strings too well.) Day-to-day you could not tell that I had the accident.
Yvan is the expert on woodworking (I have seen the box he made for Bob Russell and it is stunning in its excellent craftmanship) but I would take the cuts on the cedar in stages rather thn all at once. My Grandfather taught me woodworking when I was younger. My Father (his son-in-law) wanted nothing to do with tools or woodworking so my Grandfather felt it was his responsibility to train me before too much of my Father rubbed off on me.
Good luck on the project Ricky.
Right now I am taking a break from the Washington-Arizona (US) football game. At halftime Washington leads by 10 to 7.
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Well, I decided that it was my own stupidity in using a panel saw blade. I was just too lazy to change it.
All the cedar cuts are now done. The box is all put together, all screws nicely set in and covered, everything also glued, and the whole thing bound up in rope while it dries.
Tonight I will sand and prime, and then tomorrow I'll paint.
My "expertise" in woodworking is decidedly limited. I can do most furniture repairs, and have built some serviceable pieces, but I don't think I would term any of my work as "art."
My upbringing was a little ummmm .... different. My father left when I was about two, and my mother and sister were very much alike ... I was simply not traveling the same road as they.
So, when my sister wanted something, my mother could understand why she wanted it, and generally got it for her. If I wanted something, my mother really could not see why I would want such a thing, so she'd buy me the tools to make it and tell me to get to work.
When my mom remarried, I was already 15 and pretty well versed in most tool use, and my stepfather (who was a systems analyst) enjoyed doing woodwork (his son is now a excellent carpenter) started showing me a few of the finer points of the craft. However, I only had two years with him before I moved away from home.
The upshot is that I am comfortable around a woodshop, I can also sew and do upholstery, bake and cook (not fond of cooking, however), build a computer, write very (very) basic programs, perform damn good autopsies, paint and draw a little, know more than just the basics of triage and diagnosis, repair small appliances, and have a law degree. You know ... your average jack of all trades.