I have a reasonable amount of skill with circular saws, jig saws, compound miter saws, tile saws, & most hand saws. Can’t work a reciprocating saw because my hand isn’t large enough to pull the trigger and set the safety. I’m improving on my routing skills. I flippin’ hate table saws. I just burned one of the oak thresholds. Yes. Burned. Trust me. The house smells like the inside of a fire pit. No, I wasn’t sawing inside. Burned oak smell travels.
It’s my dad. When I was in high school, he buzzed the top of his right thumb clean off with a table saw at work. One might argue with the scope of this project that I’m a gal with a overdeveloped sense of confidence in her abilities. Put me in front of a table saw and all of a sudden I’m a meek little mouse. When it comes to power tools, meek equals… well, danger, sure, but a shit cut as well. GAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have I made progress in the kitchen since my last post? Yes. Am I going to talk about it right now? No. I’ll be over here pouting for a while.