Skye
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My father in law is a preacher. He’s in a your typical small church, many good people there. Recently he got a surprise, a Christmas bonus, which to him, was something new. He told us he was given the gift in front of the congregation, lots of people looking on, waiting for his masterfully spoken words of appreciation, but it didn’t come. “I didn’t know what to say.â€, he said. “Poor guy.†I thought to myself, I’m sure he could have put something together if he tried, I mean, how hard could it be?
I had a long day today, a lot of diving (Quiet RonMc, nobody wants to hear how far you drove!), lots of things to make it to. Had a great meet at Atlanta’s Bubbasville 2.0, got a ton of free blanks, ate some great food, met and re-met some great people. I drive 4 hours home, having to drop off the kids to make it to a Christmas party. Kids in the back seat whining, I’m close to losing my cool. Just about then, the phone rings. “You know who this is?†I reply “Ummm….. I think so†through another few exchanges I determine it’s Mudder. He explains he’s rolling over his winnings in the drawing to myself, a brand new lathe. On top of that I found out that I was given, by some nameless people, almost 20 tickets, in my name! Strangely, I found myself in the exact same spot I thought I’d be able to do a better job with. Seriously, what do you say? Keep in mind I had just explained, in another part of the country, to a group of people how drilling my blanks on my lathe is murder, how a few knobs have broken off my lathe so I have to use pliers to keep the tailstock from moving. All the while, there was a new lathe in my future. Is that not crazy?
Now, before you ask yourself what the he** I’m rambling on about, I use the lathe I have because I have to. Sure, it’s served me well, but it’s not the best on the planet by a longshot. I’m not the kind of guy, like many others in my boat, who can throw down some serious cake on a new lathe, tools, etc. As Andy can attest, I’m the first guy and the last guy to rummage around through a box of free blanks, as in both Bubbasvilles. My money goes to keeping the lights on and making sure my family has whatever it needs. I take a back burner to them and I’m 100% fine with it. That leads me to say that the penturning community as a whole has been more than great to me. Mudder, Johnny, Eagle, Johnson, Ron Mc, Chris, Al, Charles, Turnedforgood*, Underdog *and I’m sure others who’s name escapes me at the second have given me ¾ of what I have. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be as far along as I am because I’d have less to practice with. To them it’s probably no more than unloading useless items, but to me, it really means a lot.
Seriously, what do you say but an honest, from the bottom of the gut; “Thank you.â€
* I just got back from a Christmas party and I’m a little…. Full. Some names momentarily escape me.
I had a long day today, a lot of diving (Quiet RonMc, nobody wants to hear how far you drove!), lots of things to make it to. Had a great meet at Atlanta’s Bubbasville 2.0, got a ton of free blanks, ate some great food, met and re-met some great people. I drive 4 hours home, having to drop off the kids to make it to a Christmas party. Kids in the back seat whining, I’m close to losing my cool. Just about then, the phone rings. “You know who this is?†I reply “Ummm….. I think so†through another few exchanges I determine it’s Mudder. He explains he’s rolling over his winnings in the drawing to myself, a brand new lathe. On top of that I found out that I was given, by some nameless people, almost 20 tickets, in my name! Strangely, I found myself in the exact same spot I thought I’d be able to do a better job with. Seriously, what do you say? Keep in mind I had just explained, in another part of the country, to a group of people how drilling my blanks on my lathe is murder, how a few knobs have broken off my lathe so I have to use pliers to keep the tailstock from moving. All the while, there was a new lathe in my future. Is that not crazy?
Now, before you ask yourself what the he** I’m rambling on about, I use the lathe I have because I have to. Sure, it’s served me well, but it’s not the best on the planet by a longshot. I’m not the kind of guy, like many others in my boat, who can throw down some serious cake on a new lathe, tools, etc. As Andy can attest, I’m the first guy and the last guy to rummage around through a box of free blanks, as in both Bubbasvilles. My money goes to keeping the lights on and making sure my family has whatever it needs. I take a back burner to them and I’m 100% fine with it. That leads me to say that the penturning community as a whole has been more than great to me. Mudder, Johnny, Eagle, Johnson, Ron Mc, Chris, Al, Charles, Turnedforgood*, Underdog *and I’m sure others who’s name escapes me at the second have given me ¾ of what I have. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be as far along as I am because I’d have less to practice with. To them it’s probably no more than unloading useless items, but to me, it really means a lot.
Seriously, what do you say but an honest, from the bottom of the gut; “Thank you.â€
* I just got back from a Christmas party and I’m a little…. Full. Some names momentarily escape me.
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