Unpacking

Black Walnut Moulding I Milled Up

After spending a month or more working on location at couple houses I was able to spend the last two days in the shop—when I am away from the shop for any considerable amount of time I begin to feel detached—spending my days in other people’s homes and acclimating to that environment—adjusting to the character of a certain house and accommodating the personalities contained within it—I know I am just a visitor—I’m a tourist with a working visa and like any traveler there is a sense of relief to come home, even briefly, and unpack—there’s comfort in the familiarity of the shop—the sound of the planer—the smell of varnish—catching up with my neighbors—tending at projects that have been left for far too long—I need this occasionally to reestablish my grounding and focus—to remember who I am and what exactly it is I do—

Monday I pack up again to do the finishing touches on a house that is close to completion—I hope I won’t be away too long