Private Time

It's time to leave work, with things undone, at least for the day, and pursue other work at home, also undone. Hence, the part of the day that is mine begins. The four or so hours of the day that I can pursue my private goals and aspirations. Unfortunately, I need to drive home (30 minute), prepare and eat dinner (30 to 60 minutes), and get ready for bed (15 minutes, flossing between braces is time consuming), so I only have about two hours to do what I want. Tonight I'm going to template route the last four pieces of the Adirondack chairs.

The new table router has performed admirably, especially so after the operator learned a thing or two about how to use it(the power of Border's books). A few ignorant attempts left scared wood and a scared (look out, incoming homograph!) psyche. In the end things worked out, I didn't ruin any wood (too badly), and the initial kickbacks didn't turn my hands into hamburger. I had a "Why am I risking my well being for a pair of chairs?" moment, but in true uslennar fashion that made me even more determined to succeed.

I'm trying to figure out if I take more pride in these chairs or in my professional work. The novelty of chair making is certainly part of it, but such ambivalence worries me. I need to care more about what I spend eight plus hours a day on versus the thing I spend a few hours a week on. Of course, I'm probably resisting human nature.