OK, I’m sitting here in my living room, reading the same woodworking magazines over and over again and watching a few taped episodes of the New Yankee Workshop while I suffer through a bad cold.
I’m sure you are not the least bit interested in hearing about my health. However, this does remind me of a woodworking experience.
Back in 1999, I had promised my sister-in-law that I would finish a little train table for my nephew. He was huge into Thomas the Tank Engine, and she wanted a place to set up his tracks.
As I was getting to the end of the project, I got nailed by a bad bug. I was running a low-grade fever, my head was clogged and I could barely get out of bed.
But, there I was in the shop, trying to concentrate on getting the final coat of finish on the project in time for the tyke’s birthday party.
If you have a similar story, send it my way at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I’ll post some of the more interesting entries. I can’t promise you any fabulous prizes, a new Unisaw or a whole catalog’s worth of Lie Nielson planes, but, can I interest you in a few dirty tissues and cough drop wrappers?