I love renovating. Or to be a little more accurate, I love 90 percent of renovating. It’s the final 10 percent needed to actually finish the renovation that I don’t much like.
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Wood Chuckle
Woodworking Humour, from Canadian Woodworking, features Don Wilkinson’s witty, anecdotal, or observational takes on the frustrations and realities of woodworking.
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I’m Baaaaaaack! I realize this may be a disappointment to some, but following the release of the last issue, when my fan realized I would no longer be writing for Canadian Woodworking, a stunned silence was heard round the world (I’m not sure how that works, but regardless).
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Way back in the August/September issue, my article was Part Two of how I built my log home. For those of you who don’t often use toxic chemicals in your woodworking, you may remember that I hadn’t finished telling the story by the time I ran out of space.
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Ah, Christmas! Christmas is supposed to be a time of laughter, and a time of family. A time when children look forward with breathless anticipation to what Santa will bring them, whether the little meatloafs deserve anything or not.
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Boxes are much like people; they come in many different shapes and sizes.
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When last I left you, I was on my way to log-house-making college. For some reason, I had brought my brother-in-law along with me. No one recalls what he had done wrong to deserve such punishment, but apparently it was bad enough that his parents wanted him out of the house for the summer. They even paid me. Not enough mind you, but it helped with the food and gas bills.
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As most of you are, or at least should be, aware, I recently moved across the country. Recently, as in about three years ago. The house we bought came fully equipped with a garage, which I instantly confiscated for use as a shop before my wife could claim it as a craft room or, horror-of-horrors, a mother-in-law suite.
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Over the years I have often – too often, some say – mentioned that I once built a log house for my family in the Yukon (not that I have another family elsewhere). What I have never mentioned was how, let alone why. Well, I’m glad you asked!
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As I write this month’s column, Halloween is fast approaching. I hate Halloween! It’s almost as stupid as Valentine’s Day – which is probably when you’re reading this – and I try to avoid anything to do with either one.
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Way back in June, The Boy came to me and asked if we could build a trebuchet together; sort of a father/son bonding moment or something similarly dopey.
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Within the next two weeks, my dear wife will be heading off to the wilds of deepest, darkest Manitoba to help our Number One Daughter deliver our Number Four Grand-kidlet.
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So I got this e-mail from my editor requesting an article about seats. I thought this was a little weird but what the heck, I’ve owned one for a number of years now and if my wife is to be believed, it’s a pretty good one.
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I have three children. I don’t suppose I should refer to them as children anymore since I now have four grandkids who are older than they ever were. While it may be true that I like them dearly, like all woodworkers who are blessed with a houseful of children (or cursed, depending on your particular viewpoint), I was constantly being bothered to build one thing or another for the wee beasties.
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It is the first day of February as I write this, which means the most wonderful day of the year is fast approaching. No, of course I don’t mean Valentine’s Day; that’s the most stupid day of the year. And I don’t mean Groundhog Day either, but at least it isn’t as dumb as Valentine’s Day. No, I am referring to my 29th or possibly 36th anniversary. (It also happens to be my wife’s anniversary, but she’s less inclined to celebrate it than I am. Can’t figure that out.)
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For the past few decades, the fruit growing people of the Okanagan have been busily cutting down their apple, peach and kumquat orchards and replacing them with housing developments. Oh no, wait! That’s what they do in Ontario. No, here they turn their farmland into vineyards, which are a lot better to look at and presumably much tastier.
