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Time for a rant. Probably easier for you guys to relate too than the guys in whine and cheese so I'll put it here.
I guess I should start off and say that my dad has always been great about letting me use his tools, shop, materials etc. and has always supported me with making knives and all my other projects. But now he's pissing me off :grumpy:
He has a workshop in our barn and all his tools are out there. I have my own shop now, that takes up the edge of our 2 car garage. Have a workbench that has to hold my drillpress, 2 benchgrinders, bandsaw, and beltsander, vice and also gets used as a workspace for a lot of hand work. My forge is in the corner and all my other stuff is in the drawers of the workbench. I also have a table in the corner of our basement for finishing and assembly.
Normally this set up is great, the only thing I have to work around is my moms car and most of the time its not in the way. He just started a big remodeling project though.
The first day, I offered to help him. We had to move a set of cabinets out of a bedroom. He couldn't remember how he got them up there. They'd been in that room since I was born. We wrestled it all the way down the stairs and couldn't get them around the corner so it was back up the stairs and me standing on the roof trying to catch this peice of **** as he pushed it out the 2nd story window. 2 hours later we have it out and he tells me its going in the garage. He drops it right in front of my workbench with a "that'll do for now.....don't set it on fire"
Nice.
Obviously knew it was in my way, but couldn't take 10 minutes to put it where it was going to go even though I spent 2 hours getting it to the garage :grumpy:
So I finally shoved it into a corner after 3 days and was able to get to everything but the forge. He finally moved it yesterday.
So fast forward to tonight, I'm refinishing my first pair of spurs I made. There wasn't any contrast to the engraving so I decided to back fill it with silver solder and then brown them. Did the first one yesterday and had it hanging on a string from a cabinet door handle (empty, no reason to open it) over the corner of my workbench and was trying to solder the 2nd one.
He comes out and wants to use a pair of sawhorses I have folded up against the end of the bench. Smacks the first one into the spur and has it bouncing all over, then grabs it with his greasy fingers!
Why would I hang something out of the way on a string if I wanted people touching it !?! WHY?
So I grabbed it (by THE STRING) and moved it before he tried to get the second sawhorse and proceeded to try and finish the soldering. Its not going well on this one, after about 6 tries I can only get the damn stuff to stick around half of the letters. The remaining ones are on a curved surface and it just beads up and slides off. Look over my shoulder and they've got the sawhorses set up and he's showing my sister how to use a power sander to take the paint off a pair of shelves. He's spraying goof off cleaner (aerasol) all over the damn things less then 5 feet away from me as I'm holding a torch burning MAPP gas. Kill the torch, patting myself on the back for not losing my temper and screaming at them. They're only trying to kill me after all.
2 minutes later the garage is full of blue dust. She's going to be painting in there tommorrow.....
I grabbed my spur, the bottle of browing solution and took it to the basement and put another coat on. I'll go back about midnight when the coast is clear to hide my tools so something doesn't wind up getting used to pry open a paint can.
I'm not sure when I can go back
I guess I should start off and say that my dad has always been great about letting me use his tools, shop, materials etc. and has always supported me with making knives and all my other projects. But now he's pissing me off :grumpy:
He has a workshop in our barn and all his tools are out there. I have my own shop now, that takes up the edge of our 2 car garage. Have a workbench that has to hold my drillpress, 2 benchgrinders, bandsaw, and beltsander, vice and also gets used as a workspace for a lot of hand work. My forge is in the corner and all my other stuff is in the drawers of the workbench. I also have a table in the corner of our basement for finishing and assembly.
Normally this set up is great, the only thing I have to work around is my moms car and most of the time its not in the way. He just started a big remodeling project though.
The first day, I offered to help him. We had to move a set of cabinets out of a bedroom. He couldn't remember how he got them up there. They'd been in that room since I was born. We wrestled it all the way down the stairs and couldn't get them around the corner so it was back up the stairs and me standing on the roof trying to catch this peice of **** as he pushed it out the 2nd story window. 2 hours later we have it out and he tells me its going in the garage. He drops it right in front of my workbench with a "that'll do for now.....don't set it on fire"
Nice.
Obviously knew it was in my way, but couldn't take 10 minutes to put it where it was going to go even though I spent 2 hours getting it to the garage :grumpy:
So I finally shoved it into a corner after 3 days and was able to get to everything but the forge. He finally moved it yesterday.
So fast forward to tonight, I'm refinishing my first pair of spurs I made. There wasn't any contrast to the engraving so I decided to back fill it with silver solder and then brown them. Did the first one yesterday and had it hanging on a string from a cabinet door handle (empty, no reason to open it) over the corner of my workbench and was trying to solder the 2nd one.
He comes out and wants to use a pair of sawhorses I have folded up against the end of the bench. Smacks the first one into the spur and has it bouncing all over, then grabs it with his greasy fingers!

Why would I hang something out of the way on a string if I wanted people touching it !?! WHY?

So I grabbed it (by THE STRING) and moved it before he tried to get the second sawhorse and proceeded to try and finish the soldering. Its not going well on this one, after about 6 tries I can only get the damn stuff to stick around half of the letters. The remaining ones are on a curved surface and it just beads up and slides off. Look over my shoulder and they've got the sawhorses set up and he's showing my sister how to use a power sander to take the paint off a pair of shelves. He's spraying goof off cleaner (aerasol) all over the damn things less then 5 feet away from me as I'm holding a torch burning MAPP gas. Kill the torch, patting myself on the back for not losing my temper and screaming at them. They're only trying to kill me after all.
2 minutes later the garage is full of blue dust. She's going to be painting in there tommorrow.....
I grabbed my spur, the bottle of browing solution and took it to the basement and put another coat on. I'll go back about midnight when the coast is clear to hide my tools so something doesn't wind up getting used to pry open a paint can.
I'm not sure when I can go back
