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My friends I have just reached a new low. I have only been scrolling since January, and since then I have completed a few projects which I have broke during final touch-up sanding or just careless handling...but now for the new low.
I completed an excellent (in my opinion) Big Horn Ram (pattern by Gary Browning) a few days ago and I have been primping, sanding, staining and putting finish coat after finish coat on it. I even took this lovely item into the house away from the sawdust contaminated air within the workshop to insure a nice lovely finish.
This afternoon (4:30pm), I arrive home from work and my first thought is to put that last touch of sand paper to my work and finish it off with it's fifth and final coat of finishing spray. Being the sunny and wonderful day it was I sanded, sprayed and then put it on newspaper and placed it upon the toolbox on the back of my truck to be in a dust free, warm location....can you guess what happened?
5:00 pm arrives, I have been tinkering around the house, but wait it is time for me to go, I am coaching my son's Litlle League Team and practice with a game following starts in 30 minutes. I hoot loudly and get the wee ones motivated, son is dressed, all baseball gear accounted for, got my keys, lets go!
Our team puts a glorious whopping upon the visitors (but everyone is a winner).
I get home at roughly 8:30pm and my first thought is to dodge the wife as she is planting and weeding one of HER glorious flowerbeds. I make it without a hitch to the workshop, and now the search begins. "Where in blue frog nuts is my latest project?" I search high and I search low, I question the wife and I question the kids. I even went as far as to question my work shop helper Dudley (my German Shorthaired Pointer) to see if he ate it or hid it from me in some weird K-9 sense of protest for not feeding him the really good food.
I search the house, I search the garage, I contemplate that a thief broke in during my absence and stole the thing (leaving all the tools, stereo etc.)
Then reality hits...I think I left the thing on my truck! I hop on the four wheeler and hussle down the road, whoa I hit the brakes there it is! I hop off the four wheeler and go into the ditch...I find the newspaper it was sitting on but nothing else.
My project is gone.
I come home rather dejected, apologize to the wife, kids and yes even to Dudley. I forgot to take my project off the truck prior to rushing off for the practice/game (did I mention we slayed the other team?).
By my best account I spent more time then I ever have on any project as I did this one, I wanted it to be as perfect as it could get. I thought of all the major things that make a project so great, but I failed to remember it is the little things that count, like taking your project off your truck before you rush away.
Label me S-T-U-P-I-D!
I completed an excellent (in my opinion) Big Horn Ram (pattern by Gary Browning) a few days ago and I have been primping, sanding, staining and putting finish coat after finish coat on it. I even took this lovely item into the house away from the sawdust contaminated air within the workshop to insure a nice lovely finish.
This afternoon (4:30pm), I arrive home from work and my first thought is to put that last touch of sand paper to my work and finish it off with it's fifth and final coat of finishing spray. Being the sunny and wonderful day it was I sanded, sprayed and then put it on newspaper and placed it upon the toolbox on the back of my truck to be in a dust free, warm location....can you guess what happened?
5:00 pm arrives, I have been tinkering around the house, but wait it is time for me to go, I am coaching my son's Litlle League Team and practice with a game following starts in 30 minutes. I hoot loudly and get the wee ones motivated, son is dressed, all baseball gear accounted for, got my keys, lets go!
Our team puts a glorious whopping upon the visitors (but everyone is a winner).
I get home at roughly 8:30pm and my first thought is to dodge the wife as she is planting and weeding one of HER glorious flowerbeds. I make it without a hitch to the workshop, and now the search begins. "Where in blue frog nuts is my latest project?" I search high and I search low, I question the wife and I question the kids. I even went as far as to question my work shop helper Dudley (my German Shorthaired Pointer) to see if he ate it or hid it from me in some weird K-9 sense of protest for not feeding him the really good food.
I search the house, I search the garage, I contemplate that a thief broke in during my absence and stole the thing (leaving all the tools, stereo etc.)
Then reality hits...I think I left the thing on my truck! I hop on the four wheeler and hussle down the road, whoa I hit the brakes there it is! I hop off the four wheeler and go into the ditch...I find the newspaper it was sitting on but nothing else.
My project is gone.
I come home rather dejected, apologize to the wife, kids and yes even to Dudley. I forgot to take my project off the truck prior to rushing off for the practice/game (did I mention we slayed the other team?).
By my best account I spent more time then I ever have on any project as I did this one, I wanted it to be as perfect as it could get. I thought of all the major things that make a project so great, but I failed to remember it is the little things that count, like taking your project off your truck before you rush away.
Label me S-T-U-P-I-D!
. We learn from incidents such as these.
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