The head is still working. However, I am more attuned to nature than I ever was before. When the weather starts to change, or there is a storm coming in, my head goes wonky. Happens when I get stressed out, too. Stress that results from conversation almost 99.9% of the time. It's hard to describe, but it feels like ripples moving from left to right behind my eyes. Makes concentrating difficult. After work some days, it's all I can do to stay awake until bedtime. Again, the stamina isn't quite there. Other days, I run at 100%, usually during work hours. Weird and frustrating. I've done the service calls: MRI, EEG, CAT scan, all negative. I guess that means it's microscopic.
I have really not trusted my self around rotating electrical machinery since April 4th. Hard to budget machine if you aren't in the shop.
So, I decided on the little kitchen rolling cart project for my grand daughter. Almost done with it. Lots of tough evenings, that I couldn't do anything without ruining what I touched. I've bought enough wood to make two if one is scaled down to remove poor cuts. So I'm doing it. I want one of these, too.
|From the leftovers, and a couple new pieces|
|Almost done, still missing something...|
|When this arrives, the gift will be complete!|
Fridge took a dump, so ordered a new replacement. Only a three week wait! A chest freezer would be three months or so. Glad that was purchased during the sanity before the current practice for leftist tyranny. I got a model designed for garage use. I keep it on the porch, in the heat, so hopefully this will last a bit longer than the last one... Yeah, I doubt it, too.
Have you seen this? This is a very good introduction to precision measuring. I have some of those Jo blocks, and some space blocks. Maybe a math lesson tomorrow on angles and such. Hmmmm.....
Here is the blurred out part of the women using standards. Over time, the standard will wear, and lose it's precision. It will need calibrating or replacement.
We are standing on the shoulders of GIANTS. We can get precision measuring for the price of a fancy meal. We live in a magic time. A time that is taken for granted by a large percentage of our population.
half the population doesn't know or care how things work, or how to keep them working... sadness
Sometimes I feel like an anachronism. I want to understand the how. I want to understand the why. I want to be able to make and do. Not just use and discard. But I'm here right now, just as you are, even if we don't quite know why just yet. I have a firm belief that we are here for a useful purpose. And these things that fire my curiosity and imagination are important. Somehow... for a reason... a reason that I may not understand just yet. But I'll be dipped if I quit before I do what I can do.