The non-glamorous (but fun) life of an archaeologist and woodturner
My better half likes to call me Pig-Pen sometimes (well, actually a lot these days). Not the most flattering nickname, but I can’t blame her. I have a job where unless I’m working on a report, I’m out in the field, and when I’m home, I’m usually working in the yard or in the shop. That means I carry a lot of dirt and sawdust around with me, and I bring it into the house….What can I say? Even though I think I’ve brushed myself off, I inevitably leave a trail of debris wherever I go, only to have poor Lori follow me around with a dustpan and broom, haha.
My concerns regarding the “debris” usually are more limited to whether I brought any ticks home from the field or whether the dogs will mistake a curly wood chip for a tantalizing bit of bread or cheese that we accidentally dropped onto the floor. It’s annoying to sometimes find that the washing machine never really gets rid of all the sawdust in my pockets, so I end up dirty before I get out there, but then I figure I’ll just get more sawdust in there anyway, and I shrug my shoulders (shrugging them even now as I think about it).
Lori is VERY understanding. Did I mention that? VERY UNDERSTANDING.
So I’ve been getting ready for the Harrodsburg Oktoberfest in October and Berea Holiday Makers Market in November, and I’m really excited about them. This means I’ve been putting in time in the shop every day (and creating more wood chip piles in my wake whenever I go in the house to get something).
I’ve been working on some pens…
And other things have not gone so well, as for example, what would have been a very nice cherry pen cup that ended up maimed in a “lathe incident” (don’t tell OSHA).
All in all, things are going well, and good things are coming out of the shop and onto the Etsy highway. In the meantime, I’ll try to keep my Pig-Pen status to a minimum, but I make no promises…. (sorry, Lori!)
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