Shavings

IIRC, I saw that thread HERE. One of the entries went along the lines of: "You know you are a turner when you look at a piece of wood alongside the freeway and wonder how it would look round"

A variant of that might be: "You know you are a turner when you see a chunk of tire alongside the road and wonder how to chuck it."

Personally, I think that you know you are a turner when you measure a broken broom handle to determine how many pens you can get from it. Or when you can not park your car in the garage; not because of the tools in it but because of the logs blocking the driveway. Or when you've finally made enough pieces that everyone remotely related to you has at least one and you still have a couple pieces left over to sell.

Has anyone ever bothered to collect enough wood from alongside the road to make up a segmented piece? Properly identified and documented, that might make for a very interesting piece ... suitable for sale to the nearest well-heeled tree hugging group.

Bill

On 20 Jan 2005 08:43:41 -0800, "robo hippy" wrote:someone in the puget sound area had a collection of sayings put togeather a year ago we all gave him our favorites dont know wht became of it.. Don.

Here 'tis:

B.

Thank you for the reminder. I was going to say it was about 2 years ago. Art Liestman compiled the list from this news group and posted the best on their news letter. Check the back thread. There were about 3 times as many postings all of them good.

Henry

Well some of those sound familiar, but I remember one about you might be a woodturner if you have a hole in your elbow from the tailstock. Anyway, thanks. robo hippy

Henry wrote:

You know you are a turner when it's " Me and yew and a tool or two"!

Charlie

There was a, "You might be a woodturner IF..." of about 40 or so messages on this site back in January of 2003. I did a search on this group in Google and it was the first one up. Some pretty good original material.

Ted

Another one from Larry Karlen in Roseburg; while in the local Woodcraft store,"I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't find one tool here that I just can't live without. robo hippy

Ted wrote:

original

the origional post was Jan. 25,2003 and worth the visit. A number of chuckles. A bit if excentricity. robo hippy

I don't question how it would look round...

I question whether there's a safe place to pull off the roadway.

Or, if I need to come back with a few buddies to lug the thing outa the ditch.

Or, if I have enough room in the back of my pickumup from the last discovery that I have yet to remove.

Or, which door to knock on to see if he-or-she-who-may-own-said-wood-alongside-the-road might not mind my philanthropic efforts at landscape beautification.

Or, if my wife will find out about the "hey, would you lookie at that down there in that muddy gully!" I put in her trunk while I took her car out on my errands.

Hell, how it would look round is the least of my concerns!

CLIP

You have me confused.

On the one hand you are concerned about getting your ticket punched on the freeway and on the other you commit an act of suicide by putting a muddy hunk of wood in your wife's car trunk.

If your wife wouldn't kill you for that, have her talk to mine, willya? Mine would end my miserable existence for even acknowledging that I saw the piece of wood while driving her car. ;-)

;-)

Bill

Really I'm much more concerned about "getting my ticket punched" as you so colorfully phrased it than catching hell from my wife. She's is one of those who really has no qualms about the messes I make - as long as

*I* clean them up. She doesn't complain about the shavings I track through the kitchen in my mad dash to the loo because I couldn't tear myself away from turning when the need first became apparent; or the many bowls I've cooked in the kitche'nuker or boiled on the stove; or the shirts I toss in the laundry with shavings spilling from the pockets. If I'm slow on the cleanup, she'll remind me to sweep and vacuum or wipe up the stove and kitche'nuker but she doesn't get all bent out of shape over these things.

I have carted home, in her car, a few salty, sandy, barnacle-y chunks of ocean drift wood on occassion. She really rolls with the flow of my various projects, schemes and activities. Hmmm. Writing all this out has reinforced my appreciation of her tolerance and encouragement - I guess Valentines Day, instead of feeling forced and shallow, might be something I can look forward to and let her know of my appreciation afterall. Thanks.

She really rolls with the flow of my

Time to get out your reddest wood and turn a heart box or dish. Plenty of time for a shellac finish to cure.