Cynthia emails me. Jeff is cc'd on the email. I'm going to get the build on the big table for the re-modeled tasting room experience for a Central CA winery. It's two posts below this or go here.
I teared up. I wrote her to back to tell her. It meant a lot to me.
I also said that immediately after her email, I get up to sweep the dojo. Told her that as well.
After each and every time on the mat in Aikido, you get off and sweep up. It's part of training. As much can be learned from sweeping as can be learned from doing Irimi Nage. It's all training and such can not separated.
I've been tinkering away on the other project. Kitchen cabinets. There I said it. Kitchen cabinets.
Been making the skeleton for them. Some of the drawers out of hard maple, dovetailed on the WoodRat. The square on top are possible legs for the cabinets. I just don't want to do a kick for them. Kicks have never sat psychologically with me, I always feel impeded standing in front of cabinets with a kick on them. So I'm doing legs. Whether they are these I'm not sure yet.
Yesterday, early, I drive up to pick out some wood for the cabinets. I'm sweeping the Dojo the whole way. Driving real slow, stopping when I want just to inhale what's around me.
Fence posts along the way.
Bonus middle pics!!
Lately the sun has been rising exactly perpendicular to the front of the studio.
Foot, hot tub steam, sun. The big three.
Stopped here for the moss and found something that washes something that no longer washes anything.
Evan and I had spoken about design wants and wishes so he's already pulled out a couple different options for me outside. We walk up to the hill together and he shows me the first pile. I immediately say I'll take this. We don't talk price about nothing. He calls it Japanese Pagoda Wood. Tells me the story of it coming from a perfect convergence of water, sun and soil in Central California. It had five branches that each of them were bigger than the trunks of ordinary Japanese Pagodas. A super Elm he says.
The whole morning has been spent in the mist. It was wet when I left Oakland, foggy up here as well.
I haven't sketched much on this because there's not much to sketch if you don't know nothing about nothing but I open up the sketch book anyway just to implant something.
Going through the stack.
I was told the nomenclature once on this,
JPW. Japanese Pagoda Wood
100809 It was cut in 2010, in August on the ninth day.
.1.1 This was the first log cut on that day and this is the first cut of a sequence of cuts.
so .1.2 would be the board directly next to number one.
I had been picking through the pile for awhile now. The clouds had come down to earth as much as they could. The landscape around looked like shapes drawn from charcoal of a cold fire. The sharp edges of the strokes smudged with the ashes. It felt like a million miles from anybody and Evan walks up to see how I'm doing.
I pointed to yes pile of what I wanted and the no pile of what could be put back. Still no price had been talked about.
He said he would write me up and I told him I would load up and see him down at the office.
With the gray, with the water in the air, with muted landscape and the feeling of isolation I asked Evan if he was impacted by the larger world and enormity of it all.
"Of course I am Paul."
We start to walk down the hill toward my car and his office and he says,
"Even when your heart gets broken,
you still have to go to work."
I load up, go down to the office and he hands me the paper with the price.
I was expecting something different.
"It's going to a good home"
I was thinking 3-4 more times than what I paid.
Edit.
Someone wrote me and said,
" Translate 'Sweeping the Dojo' "
MU
And, did you?
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