It doesn't have to be woodshop. I can make holes in walls just as easily. Sometimes I make holes in ceilings. Most of the time they are intentional.
Just did a hard workout, I went around one of my local loops doing sprint intervals. I timed as many of them as possible to sprint the uphill sections and use the easier sections to recover. It makes the workout harder but that's kinda the point of sprint repeats. By the time I sprinted the last hill my pace was over a minute per mile slower than the first one because that's all my legs had left to give. So I think I got a good session in. I suspect my muscles will ache in the morning.
Second day of disruption. We have workmen in the house. They have left an impressive lack of mess behind them and are mostly out of the way but sadly the work they are doing isn't something that can be done silently, so it's hard to concentrate on much of anything. And doing my own renovation is tricky around what they are doing, as one of the places they are working is where I cut up pieces of wood. But I got another gentle run in, so it's not all bad. And it's sunny.
Had to get a new phone. The old one died. So now I am fighting to get this one set up. For instance, my alarms didn't go off this morning like they should. Not sure why. When I tried to log in here I discovered that somehow the wrong password was saved. Normally I just use my thumbprint, but today that didn't work. So I had to go back and re-enter the password. The joys of a new phone
Just another reason why I usually keep mine until I'm ready to throw them in the river. Even then sometimes they last a little while longer, as it takes me a while to choose what will replace it. I think I got my first phone in 1995. I think I'm on maybe my seventh or eighth phone in that time. And one of them only got replaced because I moved to a new provider that didn't support my old phone, and the deal was good enough for me to retire a phone that was barely a year old.
Digging out some stuff from under the stairs so we can cut through the floor to run some ducting. There was a nasty piece of flooring in a sorry state so I broke that up. Underneath I found some pages from the local newspaper with headlines about the war. The one where all the countries joined in - the paper was from 1941. Funny to think that piece of original flooring hasn't seen the light of day for 82 years, and in a couple of days I'm going to cut a hole in it...
I keep mine until the last minute myself. Unfortunately I didn't have much choice as the old phone died.
That sudden catastrophic failure does rather limit the option to wait until the one you want is released. That said with the price of top-end phones these days I think the last time I waited for the one I wanted to be released was back in about 2005.
So it's official. My wife signed on as a principal of the Catholic elementary school for the next school year.
Sounds good. My offer to teach a class on Making Holes In Things still stands. Just saying... Speaking of Making Holes In Things, I just found out that a support beam I needed to drill through consists of a 2" thick beam nailed against a beam that's almost 6" thick. I knew iit was very thick but thought it would be multiple 2-inch beams nailed together. Nope. Hole saws through that kind of thickness don't work very well.
The air conditioning is installed! Now I just need to set up my workshop the way I want it - every single thing had to be moved to let the installers get at the spaces they needed to get at. I can also get on with building walls in my work room, now I'm not needed to keep tabs on everything. And it's nice and cool in my living room, and I won't need to lug a honking great window unit around any more. Every year I was increasingly aware that it isn't getting any lighter and I'm not getting any younger.
A very lazy day today. I went for a walk this morning before it got hot, then got started on sorting my workshop out. My woodworking room is mostly back how I want it now. The adjacent room is really dingy because I had to take a light out to make room for the air unit, so I need to figure out what best to do about that. I think I can easily replace a light bulb holder with a regular outlet, and plug strip lights into the outlet. Then I can still have everything operated by a switch but not have to deal with adapters. It also means if anything else gets plugged into those outlets they automatically turn off when the lights are out.
Fun With Doors yesterday. I decided to do a nicer job of the temporary door I put in a wall. That meant trimming some drywall back (lots of lovely dust!), then moving the frame forward and putting the door back on the hinges. All a bit of a drag but now it looks like the door is supposed to be there, rather than looking like someone cut a hole in the wall and kinda-sorta-hung a door in the space. Also a bit of time cleaning up after our recent visit from the heating and cooling people. They didn't leave a horrible mess but things could do with a clean and everything needs to go back how I want it. I usually tell workmen like that not to spend a lot of time cleaning up - if I'm going to pay someone $50/hour to run a vacuum cleaner and put everything back in place I might as well do it myself and save the money. Then I fiddled with the ceiling the other side of the door some, only to find my work stalled because I don't have a backbox for a lamp holder and I need one. Until I get one of those I'm kinda stalled on that front, but I need to get to the hardware store anyway so I'll pick one up then.
I have a backbox but needed to fiddle with some pieces of wood nailed between the joists first. The back box needed to be reasonably close to where there's a piece of wood that presumably once held a bulb holder, back in the days when you'd just screw it to the ceiling rather than using a back box. There's even a hole in the piece of wood to feed cables through. The trouble was the back box needed to be close enough to the piece of wood that I couldn't hammer it into place with the wood there, so I had to get rid of it. For good measure I'm working around a hole in the floorboards and a radiator that's hard to move because it probably weighs about double what I weigh, and I don't have any obvious place to move it to. Since it's so heavy I don't want to move it somewhere else where it will just be in the way over and over again. Once I've got some more progress made I might just shift it into what will be a more useful bathroom - a radiator might actually be useful in that space. At least I can make some more progress now. I can fit the back box, shim out the ceiling and fit more soundproofing material, then finish studding the room to define the space I've been working in. Then I can move on to the next room.
Hm. The best laid plans and all that. It turned out some of the cellulose needed to come down, which left a gap between our living space and the attic (heat, bugs etc) so I ended up clearing out a bunch of cellulose and cutting fiberglass to fit into the resulting spaces. But that's done, the back box is fitted and ready to go, so I think the next step is to get some soundproofing into place. Odds are high that something else will come up first, but you never know....
Slowly buying "old" CDs. Long-term coming out of depression, I suppose. No one buys CDs anymore, so at least they're usually quite cheap. It's interesting to listen to stuff I haven't heard since I was a kid. Listening to it on an actual setup and not the radio. Appreciating the lyrics in a way that wasn't understood previously ("Ah! I can see now why my parents... but I never would have understood then."). It's a kind of constructed nostalgia, maybe. To be brought back to that place in my head and to experience a kind of "I get it now". But for that act of "getting it" to be after the fact and too late. Maybe it's a self-reckoning of sorts. If I had a time machine, I'd go back just to experience, see what I missed the first time, and know that I'm just as ignorant of the "now" as I was then, no matter how aware I try to be. Or maybe those are the early aches of a midlife crisis.