My blogging friend over at Almost Iowa threw out a “My Stuff” challenge. I don’t typically take on such challenges, but Greg is one of my all-time favorites and I’ve been trying to recruit him to be the northern contingent of 2021 – The Year Without Pants (sponsored by Al Bundy) and figure this is all a part of the process. So here it goes:
My Table Saw
I grew up in the workshop – well, not literally because sleeping on sawdust can lead to copious amounts of morning eye gunk. But my basement room was next door to my dad’s workshop and I became very comfortable with tools at an early age. I also got comfortable with blood. Blood happens when you work with sharp blades. I remember carving something for my sister once and I cut the crap out of my finger in the process. I had planned on leaving the finish natural, but had to stain it a nice cherry red to match my residue.
When I became a man… (okay, writing that made me laugh.)
When I grew up… (that’s no better.)
When my young wife and I bought our first home, one of the prerequisites was a basement. After the ink dried on the contract, I charged down the stairs and chose a room to be my shop. Once I had mentally mapped out the placement of all the equipment I intended to buy, I returned upstairs to carry my waiting wife over the threshold and our new life as homeowners began.
To have a proper workshop, you first need a centerpiece: the table saw. This expenditure became a point of contention for my lovely bride and me. With a new mortgage and a very limited budget – we had separate goals. She wanted a sweet, cuddly baby (or four) to fill a nursery on the second floor, and I wanted a 220 volt, shiny baby to chew wood below ground. This might be the first and only argument I ever won and I did so with the diplomacy of Churchill. “If you want a cradle, I need a table saw.”
And so, I purchased my table saw.
Over the years, we’ve built a lot of furniture together, my table saw and me. That gorgeous hunk of iron has taught me a few things about life, love, and marriage which I’d like to share in no particular order:
- Don’t skimp on the important stuff. Worthwhile things come at a cost.
- Life is messy – if you aren’t making sawdust, you aren’t making progress.
- Patience is imperative. Shortcuts leave sloppy joints that are obvious in the final piece.
- Respect sharp metal that spins at 3000 RPM. If you get complacent or careless with things you love, you can get hurt.
- Plan every cut. Think through outcomes before you set the fence and blade height because until the wood-stretcher is invented, the cut is permanent.
- Don’t skip the maintenance. If you want things to last, you have to tighten, oil, and clean what you’ve got.
- You get better at it. Experience has taught me massive amounts about designing and building furniture (and life).
- You’ve got to turn her on every now and then.
Yeah, my table saw and me have been through a lot of lumber.
We’ve built a table for an orphanage in Africa
We’ve shared space with Kylie – my only kid who loved being in the shop. Together, the three of us designed and built this dresser – complete with bun feet and a secret compartment
We’ve built some other stuff, too.
I guess you could say, my table saw has had a lot to do with building me.
28 thoughts on “My Table Saw”
WOW! That’s some craftsmanship there, Mark!
Thank you. It saves a lot of money in the end.
You are an industry!! Mega impressed!!
I’m just a hobby. Not enough industry there. Thank you, Paul.
Wonderful work!!!! Such beautiful pieces!!! That piece of equipment certainly has earned it’s place in your family!!!!
Yes it has. She’s even bit me a few times like the cats!
Remember that article about Wow? Well, Wow! You do beautiful work!
Thanks for answering the My Stuff Writing Challenge.
Thank you. It was fun to think about what stuff to write about. I’ve always been a little sentimental about the table saw and was building the bookcase at the time…
Wow! You have mad skills there. Love the rocking horse.
Thank you. I made those for their first birthdays – we have a stable of them.
Really? I saw it and immediately saw the grandson on it 🙂
That is my 21 year-old daughter. We have a Lady Godiva shot from after bathtime, but I didn’t want to share that one.
There’s an amazing ‘display’ bookshelf in my classroom that I mentally thank you for many times a year – – – it’s still perfect for the ‘special’ books I put out every month. Just had yet another teacher ask me where I got it this week!!! Thank you again!
There’s not much I wouldn’t make for Mrs. Pinkston!
i am more than impressed, i am wowed. )
Thank you. A fun and productive hobby.
Your dad should/would be proud, too!! Beautiful work!
Thank you. We spent good hours in the shop back in the day.
Reblogged this on Almost Iowa and commented:
After reading Mark’s response to the My Stuff Writing Challenge, I briefly considered launching another challenge called “Other People’s Stuff that I Envy”.
Yeah, I have some serious tool envy for Mark’s table saw.
Beautiful. There’s nothing like the joy of a great tool!
Absolutely right! I was gonna say something about how a great tool feels in your hands, but that just sounds wrong.
Ha ha. I know. It’s hard to talk about tools and not blush. LOL
Wonderful post. I wish my dad was a live to read it. He loved his table saw too.
Thank you. I would love to swap shop talk with him!
Beautiful work. Saw-wise and word-wise.
Thank you very much.
You are very talented!
Thank you Ann.