I live in the middle of everywhere. Kind of literally.
It's a bit more than, or a bit less than, an hour to get to civilization. This, regardless if I go north, to Ephrata, North north east to Moses Lake, East to Othello, South south east to the Tri-cities, Southwest to Yakima, or a bit west to Wenatchee, Washington.
I'm surrounded by thousands of acres of orchard and row crop farm lands.
I know a few of the farmers and have done them favors, so they let me steal from their fields, for my dehydrator, freezers and freeze dryer (DelMonte doesn’t notice a few pounds missing from a 100 acre field it contracted to grow).
I live in a modest home I share with the women of my dreams (when I'm not being grouchy at her). The icing on that cake is, our tiny home is only about 60 feet from a 1,800 square foot heated and cooled shop (which will do better at retaining heat, or staving it off, when I get off my willfully distracted butt and finish rocking and insulating it (it’s been ten years, I’ll get around to it)).
In that shop may be found a whole lot of tools and equipment. For example, a sandblaster (for glass etch, and which is exhausted outside, via a cyclone pre-separator), granite tools (router, polisher, saw, etc.), a welder (grown men run screaming when I get near it, but, in time. . . .), over-arm pin router, router table and a router based carving machine (capable of doing a flintlock stock), a re-saw and scroll-saw bandsaw, a real scroll saw (e.g., a Hegner), all manner of electrical and electronics equipment, a copper plating station, various hand-held saws (e.g., a Bosch saber saw, a Fein Multitool. . ., small and large circular saws, a Hardiplank saw. . . .), opaque projectors (I’m almost as good an artist as my ex, until the bulb burns out), plastic benders, and so on and so on.
I enjoy writing, be it about law and government, about how to use toys mentioned above, or just about what it's like growing up in my seventies (if only what not to do).
My experiences in life are all over the board. The toys, uh, tools mentioned above were acquired from both want and a need to make a living (pay the rent, then, eventually, to upgrade the no longer mortgaged assets).
I got into law when I figured out it was a purchased thing, and I could not afford to purchase it. So I studied. However, the people I helped were already devastated, so were not much for furthering my and my family’s financial well being. So it was I made the obvious jump to, HANDYMAN (it got me those, uh, tools. . . .).
SIDE NOTE: A fraction of what kept me busy and helped pay the rent can be seen on my Flicker and Instructables pages at:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/functional_art/
and
https://www.instructables.com/member/KellyCraig/instructables/
Somewhere in all this, I worked for the feds, in electronics (U.S. Navy, in the civilian capacity). That work introduced me to engineers, drawing and a whole lot of, well, electronics.
Eventually, when I came to realize my position in life was too secure, I left my federal job struck out on my own, as described above. That involved helping an incapacitated friend farm his 200 acres, which had 2 irrigation circles, a few acres of apples, and 17 Limousin cattle.
Now, retired, it’s all about me, my sweety, our pet buddies and our friends (including ones I haven’t met yet).
It's a bit more than, or a bit less than, an hour to get to civilization. This, regardless if I go north, to Ephrata, North north east to Moses Lake, East to Othello, South south east to the Tri-cities, Southwest to Yakima, or a bit west to Wenatchee, Washington.
I'm surrounded by thousands of acres of orchard and row crop farm lands.
I know a few of the farmers and have done them favors, so they let me steal from their fields, for my dehydrator, freezers and freeze dryer (DelMonte doesn’t notice a few pounds missing from a 100 acre field it contracted to grow).
I live in a modest home I share with the women of my dreams (when I'm not being grouchy at her). The icing on that cake is, our tiny home is only about 60 feet from a 1,800 square foot heated and cooled shop (which will do better at retaining heat, or staving it off, when I get off my willfully distracted butt and finish rocking and insulating it (it’s been ten years, I’ll get around to it)).
In that shop may be found a whole lot of tools and equipment. For example, a sandblaster (for glass etch, and which is exhausted outside, via a cyclone pre-separator), granite tools (router, polisher, saw, etc.), a welder (grown men run screaming when I get near it, but, in time. . . .), over-arm pin router, router table and a router based carving machine (capable of doing a flintlock stock), a re-saw and scroll-saw bandsaw, a real scroll saw (e.g., a Hegner), all manner of electrical and electronics equipment, a copper plating station, various hand-held saws (e.g., a Bosch saber saw, a Fein Multitool. . ., small and large circular saws, a Hardiplank saw. . . .), opaque projectors (I’m almost as good an artist as my ex, until the bulb burns out), plastic benders, and so on and so on.
I enjoy writing, be it about law and government, about how to use toys mentioned above, or just about what it's like growing up in my seventies (if only what not to do).
My experiences in life are all over the board. The toys, uh, tools mentioned above were acquired from both want and a need to make a living (pay the rent, then, eventually, to upgrade the no longer mortgaged assets).
I got into law when I figured out it was a purchased thing, and I could not afford to purchase it. So I studied. However, the people I helped were already devastated, so were not much for furthering my and my family’s financial well being. So it was I made the obvious jump to, HANDYMAN (it got me those, uh, tools. . . .).
SIDE NOTE: A fraction of what kept me busy and helped pay the rent can be seen on my Flicker and Instructables pages at:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/functional_art/
and
https://www.instructables.com/member/KellyCraig/instructables/
Somewhere in all this, I worked for the feds, in electronics (U.S. Navy, in the civilian capacity). That work introduced me to engineers, drawing and a whole lot of, well, electronics.
Eventually, when I came to realize my position in life was too secure, I left my federal job struck out on my own, as described above. That involved helping an incapacitated friend farm his 200 acres, which had 2 irrigation circles, a few acres of apples, and 17 Limousin cattle.
Now, retired, it’s all about me, my sweety, our pet buddies and our friends (including ones I haven’t met yet).
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from Ohio!
