I woke up today with a lot on my mind. Well, a lot of ideas about what to do with the workshop. I’m having trouble keeping things straight so I had to start a list. I managed to write down two items before forgetting about it, as well. To help me move forward, I decided that the only thing I needed to accomplish today was to move stuff over to the workshop. That’s it.
So, I loaded up the car with as much as would fit in it. It took three or four trips. Manageable.
On the way there, I had to stop to get some bolts and washers, a light bulb, and a broom. I forgot to get the broom. I mistakenly got nuts not washers. When I got to the workshop, I needed to ask for a copy of the agreement I had signed and let them know about the broken ground pin stuck in the socket. The plan was to put things in neat piles and put the lathe on its stand.
Fuck me, it was hot in there. By the time I had unloaded the car, beads of sweat were running down my arms. My white t-shirt would’ve earned me some beads. I put up some lights, piled things into piles, and hoisted the lathe onto its stand.
In an attempt to leverage my social media, I took pictures and posted them. I put a post on my YouTube channel for the first time. I also sent pictures to my family.
All that was planned to get done got did, so I decided to give my new lathe a spin. I pulled out a bowl blank, mounted it on a woodworm screw, and started up the lathe. After about ten minutes, I stopped so that I could message Hannah: “Babe, this lathe is miles ahead of the other one!” I finished the bowl.
During the drive home, in fact, as I was closing the roll up door, I felt a sense of satisfaction that I haven’t in a good, long while. I was calm while driving home, which, on these city streets, is rare. I suppose, it felt like I had accomplished what I set out to do. The work, effort, time, and money felt aligned toward achieving something I truly enjoy. That’s it.