Workbench!!!

Finished! Well, almost, anyway. Still a few things to work out but the most part is done.

And the best thing about it was that about 75% of it was made from scrap lumber I already had. I needed a few eight foot 2x4's, some wheels and the piece of 3/4" for the top. But it's done and sturdy as hell. You could probably get five people to flamenco dance on the top of it and it might not even shake. I can probably attribute that to the half a box of deck screws I put into it.

And it rolls! I'm so proud. I can move the dang thing out of the way when I don't want it. But it's so heavy it won't roll around when I don't want it to.

When I was a kid my dad always made things. He was really good at it. He made corners and drawers with dovetailed joints and made stuff that looked good and worked well. I remember he made a sailboat in our garage one time and we took it out and sailed it around. It wasn't a big boat (it wasn't a big garage) but it worked and didn't leak and we had fun with it.

The stuff my dad made was elegant. It was craftsmanship. The stuff I make is sturdy. He built with mitered joints and finish nails that he countersunk and covered with putty so you couldn't even tell they were there. I slap two pieces together and join them for the ages with three inch deck screws. He could probably have made a working clock out of wood. Me, you give me enough lumber and enough deck screws and I could make a battering ram that would take a legion of orcs to operate.

Different styles, I guess. Dad is an engineer. I'm a sign dog.

Anyway, that killed day three of the vacation. I've got a couple more projects in the works, but tomorrow I'm going to discuss a semi-philosophical problem. Maybe it's more of a quantum mechanics problem. I'm not sure what realm it falls in to. It has to do with something that happened at work right before I left.

Intrigued???

Stay tuned! (grin)