Monday, February 3, 2014

Failing Hands, And Much Much More !

This post is about the other handmade gift I made this past Christmas.  Too large to fit in Santa’s sleigh, and definitely in excess of the maximum weight limits for loads pulled by reindeer, it was completed just prior to December 25th so the Jolly Old Elf wouldn’t have to subcontract its delivery to a freight hauling company.

Crafted for my son and designed with his help, what resulted was a desk / workstation for the studio in which he creates his music.  Made of oak plywood with solid oak trim, it spans eight feet across, with a desktop depth of almost four feet.  The only non-oak portions were the desk work surface, keyboard shelf, and monitor/speaker shelf. These were made of laminated particle board.  The only non-wood components used were the rack rails that hold the electronic gear, and the computer keyboard slides. 

Because of its large size, it was build as six separate components which, when assembled, combine to make up what you see in the pictures.  The whole project took about a month at a reasonable cost of under $900.00.  That’s a minimum of two thousand dollars less than would have been needed to buy one of similar size and quality.

Unlike the Dr. Who jewelry box in the last post, this Christmas project made it abundantly clear that it’s not only my hands that are failing.  It’s obvious that my body strength is on the way out, as well.  Back-in-the-day I used to run 4X8 sheets of plywood through the table saw completely by myself.  Building THIS project, I couldn’t even have gotten them to the saw, let alone cut them without help.  Ah, what a difference a decade or so makes.

Like a faithful old car, we keep “driving” our aging bodies as long as they are still able to start when we turn the key.  And though we chug along life’s highway far below the maximum speed limit, and must stop on the shoulder more frequently for emergency services, we continue our labored journey with optimism… hoping that others will at least acknowledge our earned presence in the slow lane.

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