Scented…

Covered with increasing layers of sawdust and wrestling with my router to make mostly straight shallow channels through a piece of wood, it’s high pitched screeching sounds like an angry banshee wailing through a wild horrific night.

The circular saw whines its way along the lightly penciled line. One cut, two cuts, a few more cuts to go.

Sawdust billows through the air as the wind swirls its way under the half open door, through the garage and back out again. Nothing settles for long before it’s swept up again to be danced around and left to settle down again.

Measure twice, cut once they say. I’m measuring a few more times than that, just to be sure.

My rough scratchings on paper beginning to take shape with a few tweaks here and there. It’s starting to come together, one small bit at a time.

The rumble of the sander as it smoothes the rough edges and surfaces, spinning more fine dust into the air and covering everything with another layer or two.

The scent of freshly cut, finely sanded wood permeates my workshop… the scent of progress.

What was your last project?