The distraction factor
It’s good to be popular.
I mean, who doesn’t love being invited to parties, being picked for the adult kickball league or wowing the crowd at karaoke?
The best kind of popularity is when your family loves you. My wife and sons love to have me around. No matter how overworked or grumpy I get, they always welcome me home with big hugs and invitations to play video games, watch a TV show or take on all comers in a tough game of Monopoly.
The fact that I practice my hobby at home means I can put a project down, take a few hours to have some fun and then return when I get the inspiration. I know I couldn’t do that if I was out on the water fishing or on the links playing golf.
Unfortunately, some of the attention can get dangerous. Specifically when it comes to all of that attention when the power tools are running. I’ve had one of my sons walk up behind me and hug my legs while ripping on the table saw. My wife came out to talk about dinner plans while I was working with the bandsaw. And, one of my son’s friends came out to the shop to ask if he could go home while I was shaping a piece on the router table.
At first, I was upset after each of these incidents. One split second of distraction could mean the loss of a finger or a some other gruesome injury. I started lecturing each offender, spelling out in gory detail just how badly I could be hurt.
After sitting and thinking for a while about this danger, I decided that my method of addressing the problem was all wrong. I found myself waiting for something bad to happen before I addressed the issue. I can always control my actions in the shop, but I had to find a way to address the issues that are out of my hands.
That day, I started involving my family in the discussion about shop safety. After letting my family know about the potential danger, everyone understood why I am so concerned about this.
And then, something unexpected started to happen. My two sons started offering up suggestions on how I could stay safer in the shop. While some of their ideas were a little more fantasy (”Why not use bullet proof gloves?”), others were pretty sound ideas:
- “Put up a sign on the door warning us not to bother you when the tools are running.”
- “We could talk to our friends and let them know what the rules are.”
- “Maybe you could put a latch on the door from the shop side and lock it when you are working with the tools.”
- “We could put a flashing light or a doorbell that we could turn on if we need to tell you something.”
I was very pleasantly surprised by these suggestions, and I plan on putting a few into action very soon. When I asked my oldest son why he was being so prolific with the ideas, he told me, “I don’t want to see you hurt, dad. Who would play chess with me?”
Like I said, it’s good to be popular.


Unfortunately, making that finish can require the use of some pretty nasty chemicals and other products. Many of them are essential to the process, so that’s why safety has to be key when handling and applying them.
Ears are not the only vulnerable opening on your body. Sawdust and chemical vapors from finishes and other noxious chemicals can also wreak havoc on your lungs. Sawdust has been shown to cause irritation , allergic reactions and certain types of cancer.
Another way you can get hurt is by sawdust getting into your eye. I heard a story about a woodworker who got some sawdust in his eye on a windy day. He rubbed his eye, ended up scratching his cornea (the clear eye covering) and got an infection. Never rub your eyes when you get something in them - rinse them out with water or an eyewash solution.
Sure, they don’t have power cords or spinning blades. But, you’d be surprised how many injuries hand tools can cause.
Think of the hardest wood you have ever worked with. What would it be? Hard maple? Ipe? Brazilian cherry?
One additional way woodworkers can be hurt is by tripping. I can’t count the number of times in the middle of a project I have stopped, looked down and saw a tangle of power cords under my feet. Sure, it might be easy to navigate while looking down and taking my time, but those loose tails could snag my foot while carrying something heavy…