I'm just going to apologize, and promise to bow out of the shit-storm
I caused ... if not the woodworking portion of tonight's feature film.
While everything in my heart wishes that I *could*
just snap my
fingers, and you'd all decide "that I was right," -- maybe in the
spirit of Steve Turner's post -- I've realized that I've had a rough
few weeks, and latched on with the foolish tenacity of a pitbull.
ON topic ... here's a little more insight ... AND some woodworking
Life HAS piled up on me, lately.
I've faced more challenges than normal, and "normal" includes more
than a few.
Did I take that out on y'all?
I guess I did.
It *would have*
been better if -- in the words of the Grateful Dead --
I had "State yer' piece and get out."
Would I be grateful if the *message*
lingered a while, in the minds of
the Wreck's contributors? Sure.
But I won't flog anybody ... or myself ... any more on this.
I have my wounds -- like most of us do -- and will vow to find
ways to heal them.
If I'm *really*
lucky ... part of that healing WILL be in my wood
shop ... where ... the SECOND one of these (this is #1)
Is in the works.
So ... please accept my apologies.
Rough roads ... usually don't lead me to take things out on others.
This was an unforeseen speed bump.