To start the story, I find it relaxing to make a lot of noise and destroy stuff. Milling and splitting wood are two of my favorite pass times. The fact that the by product of destroying the log is milled lumber and firewood is just a bonus.
Now the story. A couple years ago my mom got tied up in one of those scams, you send us money and we'll send you lots of money. Well, she sent her money, lots of it, and they didn't send her any back. Go figure. Thought we had it under control. Just found out she's been sending them more money. She hasn't paid her taxes or utilities in months, thinking she would pay them all when she got her millions. No millions. I got her bank to freeze her account. We figured that her SS and small retirement would cover her taxes and leave her just enough to live on next month. Taxes must be paid 5/17. Bank pres said no one could draw on the account. Her SS and retirement came in and 2 electronic withdraws wiped her out. Now she doesn't have enough to cover her taxes next month.
So, yesterday I was trying to clean up around the house. About all I had to do was finish milling an Oak log, out in the middle of the court, in front of the house. I'm making noise, drowning out my thoughts and stress. My cut starts to get wider and wider. Looked like the nut on the upright came loose. So, I pulled the mill, pulled the saw out of the cut, and bucked it up for firewood. Now I'm stressing out again and I'm really disappointed about ruining that log. This morning I went out and swept up the last of the saw dust, bark, and chips. Decided to mill up my Black Walnut crotch. Was changing the depth from 8/4 to 12/4 and found out why the mill was moving. The nut wasn't loose, the frame of the mill was cracked through the diamond that the upright slides in. I got it on the saw and thought if I was careful I might be able to make at least the 3 slabs that I needed. I spilled a little gas fueling up. When I cranked the saw it popped and a flame shot out the exhaust, caught the saw on fire, and I think my 100 CC saw is DOA. That was the last of my Dad's saws. Darn, I miss my Dad. I'm ready for some sunshine and green grass, Joe.
Now the story. A couple years ago my mom got tied up in one of those scams, you send us money and we'll send you lots of money. Well, she sent her money, lots of it, and they didn't send her any back. Go figure. Thought we had it under control. Just found out she's been sending them more money. She hasn't paid her taxes or utilities in months, thinking she would pay them all when she got her millions. No millions. I got her bank to freeze her account. We figured that her SS and small retirement would cover her taxes and leave her just enough to live on next month. Taxes must be paid 5/17. Bank pres said no one could draw on the account. Her SS and retirement came in and 2 electronic withdraws wiped her out. Now she doesn't have enough to cover her taxes next month.
So, yesterday I was trying to clean up around the house. About all I had to do was finish milling an Oak log, out in the middle of the court, in front of the house. I'm making noise, drowning out my thoughts and stress. My cut starts to get wider and wider. Looked like the nut on the upright came loose. So, I pulled the mill, pulled the saw out of the cut, and bucked it up for firewood. Now I'm stressing out again and I'm really disappointed about ruining that log. This morning I went out and swept up the last of the saw dust, bark, and chips. Decided to mill up my Black Walnut crotch. Was changing the depth from 8/4 to 12/4 and found out why the mill was moving. The nut wasn't loose, the frame of the mill was cracked through the diamond that the upright slides in. I got it on the saw and thought if I was careful I might be able to make at least the 3 slabs that I needed. I spilled a little gas fueling up. When I cranked the saw it popped and a flame shot out the exhaust, caught the saw on fire, and I think my 100 CC saw is DOA. That was the last of my Dad's saws. Darn, I miss my Dad. I'm ready for some sunshine and green grass, Joe.