Ode to Bot

I have packed 99% of my workshop now.

Ah, lonely drill press! You sit on the loveliest, sturdiest shelves ever made. Will you miss them?

Of course, in the midst of packing, I had to make one final bot.

This is the last to be made here in Baldwin City. Next stop, Tonganoxie . . . with a minor layover at my poor parents' for two weeks.

Robot on.

Dumpster Day!!

I've been waiting for this for so long. A dumpster. At my house. BEST DAY EVER.

First official piece of trash thrown in--a To Do List

Clean-Schmean

We've been contemplating moving for a couple of years now. Unfortunately, we're getting more serious. That means . . . cleaning, packing, cleaning, purging, cleaning, stressing.

My gut response is to get a dumpster and throw everything in it. I actually asked for a dumpster rental for Christmas, but didn't get it.

My workshop is a pretty major part of this whole cleaning thing. Apparently, not everyone wants to see a drill press, workbench, tools, and various metal objects scattered all over the corner of the "beautiful, finished basement." And stepping on metal shrapnel during a walk-through is frowned upon. Whatever.

So now I have to figure out how to manage my creativity within a clean environment. Someone send lots of chocolate and Coke.