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I planed wood and stood staring into the depths of chatoyancy. Each reflection, I knew, reflected the significant order and the significance of order I placed on every facet of my working. As I looked with single-eyed resolution into the eye in the wood I sensed the prize of fine

There's an ancient song from my childhood that my mother sang that goes something like this: When you're smilin', when you're smilin'. The whole world smiles with you... And as I was planing my wood I started to sing this: ...and when

Well, I finished the last of the ten projects promised today and now I am onto the next woodworking masterclasses project, which began with a clean-up and put-up of the shop and a sharpen-up, as always. We must stay isolated here. It's to soon to return with confidence

My hands strained into the night. Something stopped me from stopping. Had I stopped I would have lost something so precious that I knew I would never find later. That's how creativity works in me. I don't stop when I am tired, I stop when I

Many things strike me since two months past. As a man used to working alone much of the time and then too on his own in a crowd and with a crowd of men in communal workshops of shared space for long and short periods, I enjoy both with and

The sandbox drawings are done, as is the prototype which is fully made and currently being tested by my granddaughter who is putting it through its paces with daily testing on the deck outside. My potatoes are doing really well, both in the ground and in the growing boxes I