I managed to squeeze in a few minutes of woodworking yesterday, between familial errands and making dinner. Dinner, by the way, was Molasses-smoked baby back ribs. This is a new recipe from some foodie magazine I picked up at the store on one of my errands. The ribs were pretty awesome, if I say so myself. I can see a few tiny tweaks to improve them next time, because I’m so making them again.
I printed out my plans for the lantern body, picked through my “stock” of Mahogany and started milling wood to make all the parts. I say “stock” because I have a few scraps left over from from the Mahogany Milk Stool I made, plus two warped off-cuts from the discount bin at Global Wood Source. Luckily the mahogany seems to be pretty consistent in color and grain because I was trying to use up all of my small pieces.
No major adventures with the milling the stock, with the exception of my growing frustration with my table saw. It has a couple of problems that are just really stupid design flaws. It’s brand new, and though I got it for a fraction of the new price it’s still frustrating as heck. If I’d paid the full street price of $6,000 they want for the I would be suing someone. The main frustration is that the rip fence is nearly useless. It doesn’t have a pointer to indicate the setting, and the guide bar that it rides on isn’t straight. It’s a round tube and I’ve adjusted it using a dial indicator so that it is within 0.001″ of parallel at several points, but in between the mounting points it’s out of parallel enough to bind the blade and stop it when ripping. WTF. I’ll have to replace it with an aftermarket rip fence.
Anyway, I got the stock milled up – enough to make two lantern bodies and enough scraps to help set up and make test cuts. I don’t think I have any errands today. I should be able to cut all the tenons, mortises and rebates and dry fit the bodies. I’m a little afraid. If it goes as planned it will be completely anti-climatic, and if I run into more problems it’s going to be a tad embarrassing. I think Ralph is tired of me rambling about this silly project, time to get the show on the road.