After I was busy ripping apart the stuff I did, I see some gentleman around my age driving up my driveway in one of those little handicap carts, with 3 wheels, and a basket in front. The kind of thing you see in a supermarket, it has an electric motor, people who cant walk, anyway.......
He says something like nice layout, I didnt hear him, then I asked him if theres something or someone hes looking for(I figured hes asking for charity money, who else would drive up like that to my backyard)
He let me know that the chair I threw out in last nights trash(todays pickup), stuck out a bit too much and he cut his leg when he was in front of my house.
WHAT? My street is 4 car width, and then some. My tossed adirondack chair was halfway on my lawn and then a foot in the street in front of my house. The garbage men didnt complain about it.
It turns out he rides around monday mornings early and takes any returnable bottles out of anyones recycle bins.And when he was backing up his motorized wheelchair cart, his leg caught the end of the chair which was piled neatly next to the recycling bin.
He started to complain, but I rudely stopped him and told him I am not in the mood to hear his nonsense complaint, to go tell the village and please leave my property. He then began to explain to me he has a disease that causes him to be in a wheelchair half the time and his vision is very poor and people need to be more considerate. I then told him hey, I have a disease that attacks my muscles and my vision sucks also, but I dont blame someone when I get hurt not paying attention to what Im doing. He thought I was making fun of him or something, he left in a huff, and had some not so nice things to say. I felt like giving him a flattire, but was already behind my daily schedule.
so after the mayor left me, I decided to go with the 2.5 inch stiles and rails, I had already made them. And extras. I ruined one or two of them, but had extra white oak ready.
Within 2 minutes, I dropped a white oak panel I was about to raise, the end cracked off, but I had also glued up an extra panel, way ahead of myself.
I cut and planed both panels down, measured and remeasured the size, made the final cuts, then finally got to try out my vertical panel raising bit. I was dying to try this out.
I put on a higher fence, which didnt work out, cause I couldnt grip the panel from the back also, the bit caught the panel and it smashed into my left hand, and fingers, and stung.
I went back down to smaller fence, and carefully, slowly, kept moving the fence up slowly to just shave off a little with each pass, doing each panel at same time so everything was the same.
I finished, had two beautiful raised panels, a satisfying thing finally today.
Until I put them into the rails and stiles, I made them 1/2 inch short top to bottom.. I dont know how I made the mistake, I had the correct measurements written down.
Something has to go right today, just something.
I cut up whatever cracked or extra pieces of white oak I had laying around, I did not want to start cutting down another 8 footer. Ive wasted quite a bit of lumber on these 2 16 inch doors.
I decided to come up here and log on and read and relax before I did another glue up, this time Im making flat panels.
To just add a bit more of insult to my day, after I closed up I tripped over the extension cord I have to use to run some machines since my electric line burned out. I creamed my knee, and I called up the electrician to remind him he said, Im family, as soon as the ditch is dug, hell do it, even if its at night.so when can you come over, tonight, tomorrow, hell try and make it thursday.
I tripped the circuit breaker 5 times today.
I might just call it a day and probably the most non productive day Ive had in 4 years.