then I'm going to self medicate with a couple margaritas (with Aguila tequila). Sorry this is so long, but I need to get this out of my system.
I milled some cherry (yes, the same stuff that kicked back at me last week) to 1/2" thickness and sized it for a nice little box for my wife. Set up the Leigh jig and started cutting dovetails. Had really bad blow out on one edge - with a backer and front board, having also used a marking knife all the way around to avoid this very thing.
OK. Its a big chip. I'll cut it off and make a smaller box. Not exactly to spec, but she'll still like it. My wife would probably ooh and ahh over a splintery plywood box - thats just the way she is (luckily for me).
Cross cut and start over. Cut one board. Perfection. All is right with the universe. Cut the next. Still going good. Cut the third, and the cam clamp on the jig slips just a bit. Enough so the boards won't line up. Try to repair - nope. Start over or cut again. This is getting to be a pretty small box.
Wife reminds me she has tennis tonight. Asks when I will be done. Hah! An excuse. I'm not quitting, I'm, uh, taking care of my parental duties. Yeah, thats it.
Sometimes this hobby REALLY frustrates me. I know sh@t happens. I would just like it to stay in the backyard with the rest of it next time.
Deep breath. OK. Take a quick shower. Order pizza and watch a Disney flick with my 4 year old. That's good therapy. Maybe self medicate when he goes to bed...
Oh, yeah. Throw the cut off pieces of cherry in the fireplace once its really burning well. That'll show that cherry who's boss.
End of rant. Nothing more to see here. Thanks for following my twisted rant. Move along...