Zen and the Art of Dremel Usage
"Rich is on the radio
and I think we ought to take it slow
Arizona's caught me by surprise" -Andrew Peterson
This is one of those blog posts where I whine about having no proverbial shoes, even though I know there are people with no proverbial feet (or actual feet, too, which is even worse.) Sorry.
Some of my time this week has been spent trying to fix up our home theater here. This involved mounting a TV on a fireplace (super hard brick, sore muscles, and one dull masonry drill bit) and running ethernet cable through a wall (from basement to 1st floor, not too bad). But now we have to actually cut into the built-in bookshelves on either side of the fireplace to run cables. I've poked and prodded and drilled and sweated and broken a Dremel bit trying to cut the holes, but I think I've finally gotten the cabling done to the TV.
The strange thing about the Dremel is that you have to be really patient. It spins at 10,000 RPM (or something like that) so it can cut almost anything if you have the right tool, but it cuts by grinding, which means it has to grind away the entire part you want to cut. If you push (like you do with a saw) you just end up pulling the bit out and have to start over (or, if you really crank the bit in so it doesn't pull out, you end up breaking it because things aren't really meant to bend when they're spinning at 10,000 RPM.)
Also, it's probably the messiest tool ever designed by man (since you're grinding away the wood, super fine wood dust goes everywhere) so I've been getting wood dust all in my hair and stuff, which makes you itch, which makes you want to hurry, which is the wrong thing to do when you're trying to Dremel.
(Note to self: Look up if it is correct to use Dremel as a verb.)
Asher had his first playdate here in Grove City today, which is good news. It was with nice people we met at Fellowship Community Church. That leads into the visiting churches discussion (it's very frustrating to visit churches when you really want to knit yourself into a community because they only meet once a week, and you don't want to start going to "all the other stuff" because you don't want to give people the idea that you're committing to their ministry when you're still looking around) which I guess I'll save for another blog entry.
To end on a high note, though (and make sense of the above quote, which comes from a song Sharon and I heard on the radio - fittingly, as it turns out - while driving up to the Poconos to see her sister) God is continuing to surprise me by Grove City. There's a lot of turmoil and angst that goes along with moving, but there's a quiet, surprising divine grace that God pours through this place in its beauty and slowness and kind people. It feels good to find ourselves becoming family in a new place; to realize again the weight of glory that lies hidden behind the thousands upon thousands of tiny distractions we let overwhelm our earthly senses when we've stayed in one place so long we are no longer surprised.
and I think we ought to take it slow
Arizona's caught me by surprise" -Andrew Peterson
This is one of those blog posts where I whine about having no proverbial shoes, even though I know there are people with no proverbial feet (or actual feet, too, which is even worse.) Sorry.
Some of my time this week has been spent trying to fix up our home theater here. This involved mounting a TV on a fireplace (super hard brick, sore muscles, and one dull masonry drill bit) and running ethernet cable through a wall (from basement to 1st floor, not too bad). But now we have to actually cut into the built-in bookshelves on either side of the fireplace to run cables. I've poked and prodded and drilled and sweated and broken a Dremel bit trying to cut the holes, but I think I've finally gotten the cabling done to the TV.
The strange thing about the Dremel is that you have to be really patient. It spins at 10,000 RPM (or something like that) so it can cut almost anything if you have the right tool, but it cuts by grinding, which means it has to grind away the entire part you want to cut. If you push (like you do with a saw) you just end up pulling the bit out and have to start over (or, if you really crank the bit in so it doesn't pull out, you end up breaking it because things aren't really meant to bend when they're spinning at 10,000 RPM.)
Also, it's probably the messiest tool ever designed by man (since you're grinding away the wood, super fine wood dust goes everywhere) so I've been getting wood dust all in my hair and stuff, which makes you itch, which makes you want to hurry, which is the wrong thing to do when you're trying to Dremel.
(Note to self: Look up if it is correct to use Dremel as a verb.)
Asher had his first playdate here in Grove City today, which is good news. It was with nice people we met at Fellowship Community Church. That leads into the visiting churches discussion (it's very frustrating to visit churches when you really want to knit yourself into a community because they only meet once a week, and you don't want to start going to "all the other stuff" because you don't want to give people the idea that you're committing to their ministry when you're still looking around) which I guess I'll save for another blog entry.
To end on a high note, though (and make sense of the above quote, which comes from a song Sharon and I heard on the radio - fittingly, as it turns out - while driving up to the Poconos to see her sister) God is continuing to surprise me by Grove City. There's a lot of turmoil and angst that goes along with moving, but there's a quiet, surprising divine grace that God pours through this place in its beauty and slowness and kind people. It feels good to find ourselves becoming family in a new place; to realize again the weight of glory that lies hidden behind the thousands upon thousands of tiny distractions we let overwhelm our earthly senses when we've stayed in one place so long we are no longer surprised.
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