I hold to an intention and hope of finding a new workshop this year. I won’t even begin looking until these dark and chilly months have passed but, when the time does come and I’m physically able to walk through that door, I will be looking to add a few tools to my arsenal. If not immediately then, sensibly, over time.
Last night, I sat down to write this but took a break part-way through to remove myself from my lovely arm and to head off for a relaxing shower. By the time I returned and awoke my laptop, I realised it was deciding to play up. Even with an internet connection, none of the tabs in my browser were responding properly. I had to reboot the computer (and a forced restart, at that) before I could type any more and, as Windows reloaded and I clicked on the Firefox icon on my desktop, I realised that WordPress had automatically saved nothing more than the opening line.
I was virtually ready to hit ‘Publish’ but now, I’m stating again. My mind was clouded with other thoughts last night so, maybe this is for the better.
My day job isn’t one that I particularly enjoy. It doesn’t involve working with wood but, mostly to the extent of fixing sheets of plywood together with nail guns to construct packing cases. Not the sort of fine-quality work I’ve been trained to produce but still, it does just about pay the bills and I can only imagine it is better than working in a confined, stuffy office. In over eighteen months now, this role has taught me the significance a pin gun (you might refer to them as brand nailers) can bring to a woodworking workshop.