School Days

The last few days have been devoured by the monster called "School." 

I've been trying to set up a new, workable school space.  And (occasionally) wondering why I'm homeschooling.  Then reminding myself it doesn't matter . . . because we are. And it's good (mostly).

The unfortunate part is that moving and cleaning and organizing--with a still broken foot--has been challenging, and I haven't visited my workshop in several days. 

 
I think I need to add Robot Making 101 as a mandatory class . . . for me.  They can go play outside.

New Beginnings

After a month of broken-foot-ititus, I conquered the stairs (by sliding down them like a toddler) and made it to the workshop a couple nights ago. I promptly doused everything in super-killing spider spray, as I have had numerous dreams of spiders taking over and inhabiting every inch of my workspace, patiently waiting to capture me like the Lilliputs captured Gulliver.

Today, I actually made it down there to work.  And, by work, I mean play.  I plugged in the drill press and drilled holes randomly.  Ah, the sweet sound of high-powered machinery!

Once the initial euphoria wore off, I finally started on a custom order I received several weeks ago.  I bent things and drilled things and attached aluminum knives to a pepper shaker.  It was magical.

Although I didn't last as long as I'd like, I feel good. Good enough to mostly ignore the not-so-subtle throbbing of my foot. It's a brave new world.

Mishap

So I had a bit of a mishap (let's just say I was saving a baby from a rabid robotic bear . . . or something), and robot production has temporarily slowed to a halt. Once I can remaster the stairs--or stand--watch out, world!