
DAY FOWAH, as they would say in Maine. What can I say? The class is getting to know each other a lot more and it is a really great mix of people. We're also really getting into our work. Around 3pm Bill B. wispered to me, "You hear that?" It was silent. Except for the occasional hammering of a chisel or the scratching of sand paper the room was silent. Everyone was caught up in their tasks, completely focused on what they were doing. I have to say one of the best things about this course is that we spend so much time critically learning to do things correctly by hand. There is no easy way to learn woodworking, you have to develop hand-eye coordination that only comes with repetition and a keen sense of how the wood reacts to you, not a machine. In a lot of other schools what you would walk away with is a project, but at CFC I'll be walking away with experience. Well experience, sore fingers, and strange muscle aches. This is the first time in my life that my fingers hurt. Honing tools is no joke. PK says you don't buy tools you buy tool kits, all of which need hours and hours of flattening, sharpenting, and adjusting. It's enough to have your finger go on strike, which is what mine did, so I had to bribe Aaron to finish honing my cutting gauge. There are just so many hours you can stand over a 6000 grit stone filing a metal toothpick to the size of a sewing needle.







The class at Bruvetto's (L to R: Daniel, PK, Sybil, Marie, Bill P., Francis, Allen, Bill B., Phil, Moi. In there some where are Sybil's partner and Aaron the TA, they hid)

We had our first class outing, to Bruvetto's, an italian restaurant in Camden. The food was great, but not as good as the company, who finally let loose on the jokes... (i.e. Why couldn't the woodworker cut his meatball? Becuase he was cutting it against the grain). If you didn't laugh, I understand, you probably had to be there. It also may have just been our class, but redneck jokes were really popular. My favorite joke of the night was told by Aaron our TA (Why does the Pope wear boxers in the shower?... Becuase he doesn't want to look down on the unemployeed). At least we cut great dovetails. Speaking of dovetails,
Here we have Francis's official first dovetail, he cheats at home that's why there so good.

Bill's pretty imaginative, he plans on using his dovetails as a bathing suit next time he's at the Swedish Sauna. Don't ask me how.

Of course Daniel's is perfect.

Marie is so into her dovetail she wants to know what it's like from inside.

It took me a day and a half, but I finally did it.

As for Bill P., Sybal, and Allen (firstblood) you'll have to wait till later.







DAY TWO again started with a lecture, this time on joinery. Luckily the background was much nicer clear sunny skies could be seen through the windows that bookend the lecture board. PK went over the strengths and weaknesses of the Mortis and Tennon, Bridal, Butt, Rabbit and Dado, Allen Peters, and Dovetail joints. We had a demonstration of cutting out a Mortis and Tennon which PK made seem easy. WRONG! Chiseling out a mortis requires a dexterity I haven't yet aquired, same with using the engeneer's square so that you can see if the mortis is straight up and down, by the time I get the two tools situated and try to hold it against the wood I drop one of the tools. Unlike chisel sharpening though, using the chisel to cut wood is very satisfiying. If I learned anything today its that I have a lot to learn. The path to being a woodworker isn't the short stroll through the feild I thought it was going to be, but more like a long streach of highway along the beautiful feild and way of in the distance is the entrance visible only in theory. 

















