Hey everyone. Sorry I don't have any pictures today, they are still in my phone and it's dead at the moment, plugged in in an effort to revive it.
The past couple of weeks I've mentioned a few times that I've been using my dad's hand-held drill to make my pilot holes, but the drill bit wasn't long enough. (it wasn't, I was using a tiny little bit and an adaptor.)
Let me set up my little "shop" for you. my parents live in a roughly 1200 sq foot house, with a porch build on the back that is easily 600 sq feet itself. They bought a porch with a house attached. It's nice. When I got my saw last Christmas, I didn't (and still don't) have anywhere to put or use it at home, as I live in a neighborhood full of duplexes with a communal back yard, and things sometimes tend to sprout legs and walk off. We've been lucky so far, mostly because my neighbor works for ADT and has security cameras everywhere. I'm rambling, on with it.
Against the house, I have a 8 foot plastic cafeteria table with my saw, the drill, it's case and respective bit set, my mouse sander, and all of my wood stacked up on the end. This is my shop. I do sometimes venture out onto the patio table, and of course everything (and I do mean everything) is currently coated in a fine layer of sawdust, with an even finer layer of pollen on top. I vacuumed up what I could today.
Usually, I'm gone by the time my dad gets home from work, so I hadn't had a chance to ask him about drill bits. On the other end of the porch is a big plastic tub with all of the other tools (or so I thought) in it, and I never found any more bits. I thought this a bit odd, and I'll explain why in a minute, but shook it off and decided to ask later. Which I did today.
The reason I thought this odd is because every year, for every birthday and every Christmas, since I've been old enough to want to give gifts (let's say third grade when my elementary school let us go to the little Santa shop to pick out gifts with our pin money,) my dad and I have had an understanding. He gets tools, and I get art supplies. Sometimes, this has created some funny moments, like the year he gave me what he thought was an art kit, and it turned out to be a makeup kit (I don't wear makeup. at all.) and I turned around and donated it to the school's drama club. Inevitably, he ends up getting more drill bits if we just can't think of anything else. So, the missing bits were a bit of an anomaly.
Well, I stayed late today, because I started late after having to finish my payday errands, so I got to ask my dad about the missing bits. Boy did I feel dumb. The actual toolboxes (he has three, imagine that.) are not on the porch, but out in the shed in the back yard. We did find the bit I wanted, and it worked great, along with a blower and a shop vac!
However, he had to teach me how to put the bit in the drill. You learn something new every day.
I think my dad is tickled that I've started asking for tools instead of art supplies (I have the same amount of art supplies that he has tools, a whole room full. Thankfully the art supplies can be used up.) when I informed him that I would like a dremel for my birthday.
Tomorrow I will post the progress pictures of my newest puzzle, a firetruck. Made in honor of the amount of times I say FiretrUCK a day. (I really try not to, as the little girls next door are always outside playing the same time I'm scrolling, and stop to watch fascinatedly every time I turn the saw on. They are still too young to come over by themselves without mom, but they can see pretty well from the top of their slide ladder. It's cute.) That really tickled my dad when I showed him the puzzle and told him that. He says FiretrUCK while working a lot too.