I like to think of myself as a handy-man... I mean I know my way around a woodshop, garage, and just about any aisle in Home Depot, so I decided that I wanted to build a rocking horse for Karis. I figured that I would spend a majority of my Labor Day relaxing by building the rocking horse of all rocking horses from scratch (that's right... no kit for me). Things went smoothly from the beginning. Dad and I went to Home Depot where I bought a piece of 2"X12"X12' whitewood lumber that I was going to spend the next few hours crafting. Since I didn't use any plans, everything I knew things were going to be a little bit of trial and error. I did some research and looked at other rocking horses and decided what I liked and dis-liked and came up with one amazing looking rocking horse on paper. I began sawing and sanding and sawing some more. In my plans I decided that I would build a 2-piece body that would sandwhich the neck of the horse to hold it in place. This required a tricky cut that I've done many times before. while performing this cut, my table saw acted up and spit the piece of wood back out at me, hitting me in my mouth and knocking me to the ground. The only thing I remember was turning off my table saw afterwards. I apparently went inside and cleaned up my lacerations to my lips and went back outside to do some more work (hey a project is a project). I then realized that my mouth was real watery and that my lips were real red. This time I went back inside and told my mother (Sarah was out visiting the Seale's and I was working in my dad's "shop") that I hurt myself and asked if she could see if my tooth went through my lip. So here I am.. no stitches, all of my teeth, some pretty wicked cuts, and and horrible migraine, but I have what looks like a horse that is ready to be mounted on rockers, sanded, stained, and decorated. That will be a wonderful memory (and hopefully a nice gift for my daughter). I'll put some pictures up later.
Labels: building things, Karis, pain