Leatherworking and Apathy
I've been a bad blogger. I just realized how long it's been since I posted.
I spent the last week and a half working on my farmer's tan. Darryl had a cable job, and it was all 100-footers (read: a lot of really heavy lifting). The pay sucked on this particular job, in an effort to coax the buyer into more lucrative contracts in the future. At least I pulled in enough money to buy all of the essential tools I need to get back into leatherworking.
I've been wanting to work with leather for awhile now -- I really took Joel's leather shop for granted when I was working for him, but now I'm well on my way to putting my own together. I've begun the long, arduous task of finding a good price on a foot press... I've hand-set thousands of rivets, but a foot press is a divine tool! Usually about $900 worth of divinity... that's the problem.
I walked past the greatest verbal exchange yesterday. I was in the Wal-Mart in Vidor, TX (which was not my idea -- I was just along for the ride), and I passed a middle-aged couple who was digging through the $5 DVD trough like a couple of agitated pigs. He was a grizzled, leathery old man who'd probably been a pipefitter or somesuch since he'd graduated from diapers. She was slightly overweight and extra-lazy (this observation due to the fact that she didn't seem to really need the Rascal she was driving).
Crusty Old Pipefitter: I accidentally gave you Xanax instead of your antibiotics this morning.
Sloth with Moped Action: (shrugs) Eh. No big deal.
I couldn't make that shit up.
I spent the last week and a half working on my farmer's tan. Darryl had a cable job, and it was all 100-footers (read: a lot of really heavy lifting). The pay sucked on this particular job, in an effort to coax the buyer into more lucrative contracts in the future. At least I pulled in enough money to buy all of the essential tools I need to get back into leatherworking.
I've been wanting to work with leather for awhile now -- I really took Joel's leather shop for granted when I was working for him, but now I'm well on my way to putting my own together. I've begun the long, arduous task of finding a good price on a foot press... I've hand-set thousands of rivets, but a foot press is a divine tool! Usually about $900 worth of divinity... that's the problem.
I walked past the greatest verbal exchange yesterday. I was in the Wal-Mart in Vidor, TX (which was not my idea -- I was just along for the ride), and I passed a middle-aged couple who was digging through the $5 DVD trough like a couple of agitated pigs. He was a grizzled, leathery old man who'd probably been a pipefitter or somesuch since he'd graduated from diapers. She was slightly overweight and extra-lazy (this observation due to the fact that she didn't seem to really need the Rascal she was driving).
Crusty Old Pipefitter: I accidentally gave you Xanax instead of your antibiotics this morning.
Sloth with Moped Action: (shrugs) Eh. No big deal.
I couldn't make that shit up.