I’ve said before how odd the jobs a full-time turner gets can be. And they can be. In the last week or so…
- A replacement roller for a hundred year old implement
- A(nother) Irish drum stick
- A pair of acorns from 9″*9″*12″ green oak
- A replacement handle for an old pair of garden shears
- A set of coconut shy balls
Another week like that and it’ll be the south of France for me!
And what did today bring? Eighteen cotton reels in three sizes! My head may explode with the dizzyness.
So it took a theme change to bring the links back…they’re on the right-hand side again…so happy clicking.
Not had much to say recently, as you will no doubt have noticed, and a few of you have and commented by email or phone.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with the Blog actually. Continue. Stop. I really don’t know.
Part of the problem is the pay off for bothering. The point is there was never intended to be a pay off; it was just something I liked to do, and thought I’d make one specific to woodturning. But the actuality is that there is a pay off…and not one I particularly want.
When your time is as limited as mine is, the last thing you need is to have to justify what you’ve posted with best intentions to people who cannot be bothered themselves to actually read and try to understand what it is you are saying. It becomes draining. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again…if you don’t like it, don’t come back. By all means email me with your own thoughts…that’s part of what blogging is, but please do not expect that prolonged communications are your right. At some point you just have to accept that two people may never agree.
And when the attacks become personal I simply can’t be bothered any more.
So you may see more here…or it may simply wither in the ether…