I was getting all fired up to scribe a diatribe on what little time I had to devote to my craft
And I realized that I had made a lot more progress than I thought since the last post
woodworking blog sequential photographic how-to opportunity missed
it's like some crappy nineties infomercial about "20 minutes a day"
but they're right
here's to you Ron Popeil
this build sold itself on the premise of tiny bursts of labor
the endless progression of steps
I've practiced this dance before
ok, so some of these sessions lasted more than twenty minutes
working brass is the same, just a slower version of working wood
and it's not like I really do twenty minutes every day
some days I just go out and stare at the wall
and remember when conversation didn't just consist of monosyllabic babble
or commentary on sleeping and defecation habits
I've also had weeks of trial and error finding appropriate hardware
when it all comes together and the knob is tight
and the fence is in line with the body
and the is no movement from square
then it is right
