As I've mentioned many times over the years (and have as #76 in my 100 Things About Me list), I love carpentry. There's something about being able to take a stack of wood and turn it into something functional, beautiful, or useful that appeals to me.
And now that it's time for my mid-life crisis to begin, I've finally decided to do something about it.
But where to begin?
Probably with some woodworking tools.
I decided to start with a drill so I can make holes and put screws in them. That seems like an important thing to be doing when it comes to wood, doesn't it?
I own an electric drill of course, I'm a civilized person after all, but it's a crappy 7.5 volt bargain basement brand that barely has the torque needed to drive a screw into a stick of butter. And that simply will not do. Nope, if I'm going to be screwing, I want to be able to drive my screw so hard and deep that my wood will cry out for mercy as it's impaled by a force so overwhelming that it cannot be denied.
So off I went to the local home improvement store, The Home Depot.
Which is an exciting experience for two reasons...
So there I am in an entire aisle devoted to drills trying to look like I know exactly what I'm looking for. An entire aisle!
At the far end of the aisle are massive drills that take two hands and a certificate from your doctor stating that you are fit enough to use them. Needless to say, I won't be going that far. I stay safely at the near end of the aisle where sanity prevails. I want to drill holes in a piece of wood... not rip a hole in the fabric of space-time.
So then... questions...
Or the only question that really matters...
My new drill is a pretty red one!
Oh... and that thing I didn't know existed but found out I cannot live without?
ROLL O' RAGS!!!
Let the impaling begin.