The frame for the hot forge building has been sitting there, upright and ready for the slab to be poured, and … pouring it’s been. We’ve gotten a tremendous amount of rain this spring.
I assume that means weather patterns have shifted and someone’s got a drought. But around here, you can’t schedule a concrete drop because all the contractors are backed up all through the state.
It’s driving me crazy that I have all this heavy tooling sitting wrapped and boxed, and it’s raining all over everything. I’m pretty sure it’s all going to be just fine – industrial equipment is built to take it – but I see my fantasy schedule soaring off over the horizon. I had hoped to be working in the shop by now, assembling my forge bench and casting bench, etc. Instead it looks like I’ll be doing that over the winter.
I’m not getting any younger and I want to be making sparks before civilization starts its swan-dive.
My relationship with rust has become one of deep hatred; I want to rub that stuff out whenever I see it!