So I finally made some shelves. Well, I am actually still technically "making" them. Should be done, trim that is, sometime soon, if all goes according to my wife's plans. That could be the single source of my life's troubles at the moment. Her expectations, versus my lallygagging.
I wanted to make these shelves for a long time, maybe since we moved in. But time was never carved out for the doing. So my wife gradually and logically went more and more stir-crazy at my inactivity. I needed a motivator, but really I needed a cheer leader. One week (after months of keeping her ire under rap) on a Wednesday she got me motivated...and by Saturday morning I was buying $399 worth of Mahagony. Is that how you spell it? Agony!? Geez.We need a dictionary on this thing.
Anyway, I couldn't get it all done in just two days, like she had hoped and I had, um, promised. First, I had to learn how to use the radial arm saw. My own father built practically our whole house with his radial arm saw, but I wasn't ever old enough to work it. He died before I had the chance to buy a house and have him show me how to use it. So, now I own a house and want to get busy (real busy!) building stuff, and I've got to learn my methods the hard way. What's a bummer is my Dad was really great with tools too. A natural. I know, I know, to young boys and girls everywhere, no one swings a hammer like good ole Dad, but my Dad was a step above ordinary. Extraordinary I believe is the word. I kept a chair my Dad used to sit in down in the basement shop where I cut all the wood, just to watch over me.
Secondly, I had to overcome a lot of self doubt about being able to do this project and not 1) cut off an arm or 2) make it look like I was a failure in shop class. Thankfully it came out rather stunning. It's a bookcase on a large scale. The wood and the simplicity make the design work with the house. Besides, the trim should hide the nail gun mistakes.