## Finally, Reinforcements

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11/6
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Not just a creativity log today, but I will start with one. . . 

I. 

Other than the piece I am writing right now, the only other thing I 
will create here on Saturday is the lapboard I am using to hold up 
the laptop I am typing these words on. 

This piece actually means a lot to me.  The board is from a little 
writing desk that my grandfather had made for me when I was a child.  
The bench underneath was a little storage chest and the writing 
surface was connected to arms that could come down to make it able to
be a desk. 

When my mother moved in with her now-husband, I inherited the piece.  
At the time I took the arms off of it and used the chest to store some 
stuff, but that left the top writing surface in the wood pile.  

Well, now I cut it down to a size that works as a lapboard.  The lines
for cutting were marked on one of my Grandma's old pencils.  I did the 
first cut about 90% of the way with an inherited jigsaw, but I got sick
of the vibrations and did the last bit with a handsaw.  After that, I 
did the cut on the other side with the handsaw, taking at least one 
full break and a few small ones to stop and look around, just making a 
pleasant time of it. 

II. 

Ah, the pump drills.  I have three in the works: one to take sleeves 
that have drill bits, and two to use to start fires (one of which I am
planning to give away as a Christmas gift). 

My progress had been halted several weeks ago as I needed to get more
supplies.  Now it is time for me to explain my procedure for allowing 
myself to buy fun things, which includes supplies for the shop. 

I have a point system to try to make myself things do things I don't 
really want to, but I should. A regular exercise is a point.  Cardio
is two points (I hate doing cardio).  Chores are broken down into 
bits that are worth a point -- the details of which I assume would be
tedious.

A point is only worth a dollar, and I only get to spend my dollars 
once I hit 100.  

All of this goes against the whole point of consumerism, where I am 
supposed to "treat myself" and get in on all of that immediate 
gratification and all, but the limitations I put on myself force me
to be creative in ways that I deeply enjoy. It's all just another 
layer of play to me.

Last weekend I hit 100 and so I am finally able to get some supplies.
Here's what I got at the Walmart today:

1.) making tape
2.) painters tape

These items will allow me experiment more with the paper roll 
sculpture techniques. 

3.) epoxy
4.) chording from the camping section

These are items I need to make pump drills.  The cording for all of 
them, and epoxy is to hold a drill bit into the sleeve for, you know,
actual drilling.

5) Angry Orchard brand Apple Cider
6.) Corona Extra beer

Like I said, it's *fun* money.  
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work by Voltaire that starts with "c"), at sdf.org.  

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