Last year sometime me and my wife went and visited her grandfather along with her parents. As he is getting old quite a bit of the equipment that he has are things he perhaps should not use anymore. And as we recently bought a house there was quite a lot of equipment that we could have use for. One of the things I picked up was a set of chisels.
Yesterday I tried to sharpen the chisels for the first time. I’ve watched a video over at Paul Sellers youtube channel where he sharpens chisels using wet abrasive paper. It went fairly well but I’ve concluded that the chisels are so beat up that they need re-profiling with a file frist to get out the dents in the edge. Yesterday I sharpened one of the larger ones, as seen on the picture above and the smallest one. I needed the smallest one right away but I wanted to see the result on a larger piece as well. I’ve also come to the conclusion that I need two sets of chisels. One set to actually care for and keep sharp. And one set to abuse which was what I needed one for yesterday.
A few weeks back my wife showed her strength and broke our garden fork. The metal connecting the fork with the shaft gave away. I knew my father had a very old garden fork which has just been standing for the last decade which had a broken wooden shaft. So I went to pick it up with the ambition to make one working out of the two broken ones. I removed the wooden handle on both of them by removing the pins going through the metal and wood with a drill bit. The very old handle unfortunately broke down in the metal casing. This is where I used the smallest chisel to try to get rid of the old material. After digging a bit I noticed that the old garden fork will never break in the same way the new one did as it had a piece of forged metal sticking up into the shaft. This also meant that the old and the new didn’t fit together very well. I tried to put them together anyway but the result was poor at best. I’d like to buy a new handle and fit the old one some day, but today we bought a new Fiskars garden fork instead as we need it today or tomorrow at latest and I don’t have time to try to fix the old stuff.
So I’m currently home ill with a cold waiting for the phone to ring. As people close to me probably know I still work at Sony Mobile and a while ago it was announced that the Lund site should reduce its headcount with 1000 people. With about 2300 people working in Lund it’s a very big cut.
With the ongoing transformation the whole organization is overhauled and every employee has gotten to express where in the organization they would like to be. I’m currently waiting for phone call from the part of the organization I would like to be in. The waiting is painfully slow.
If it does not pan out with this phone call I think I will still have somewhere to be though. Yesterday a different manager than my own called me and asked what I wanted to do, so there seem to be quite some intrested of keeping me in the company. It would however only make sense to try to keep me in the company as they have already selected me twice as 5% of the workforce for the talent management programme. The programme aims to cultivate talents and grow them for future needs of the company.
Now I’ll power of this computer again and read a bit in “Caves of Steel” which Emma, a colleague and friend, bought for me to read quite a while ago.
About three weeks ago I went to my fathers place and took down most of an apple tree that he had for many years. It was located right at the corner of the house and only about ~60 centimeters away from the house. It has become so large now that he was afraid that it might affect the foundation of the house. It was a decorative tree called Spring Snow as it blooms intensively during the spring with white flowers. However, the bloom is fairly brief and this year father missed it totally when he was abroad.
I cut down all the leafy branches and what was remaining of the tree was the trunk and the larger branches that forms the base of the tree. I gathered quite a pile on his driveway with the intention to load it on Ingemar’s trailer and drive it to the dump with my father. My fathers car don’t have any towing hook so we’d have to borrow Ingemar’s work car as well. It however had a hick-up with the belt so it got postponed. My father was going to visit my sister in France leaving the following weekend so we discussed taking it to the dump during the week. When calling him later in the week he said that he didn’t feel he had time and energy to drive it to town so he would just drag it out in the forest that he lives next to instead. As it’s not my house, not my neighbour forest I just said “fine, do what you want” and let it be.
The day before yesterday I went out to my father again as my sister, with family, had arrived for her summer stay from Paris. The pile was still there in his driveway and had not been touched at all. This is not uncommon at all for my father, he starts something, or says he will finish something but rarely does. He got all sort of plans for all sort of things he has, the house and the garden but not much of it gets done. A good proof of this is the path leading up to the house that has been work in progress for the past 15 years. About five years ago he bought stones for it, while he was away on vacation me, Natalie and Ingemar did the plateau up by the house that the path will lead up to. He wasn’t entirely satisfied as he’s very picky so we don’t want to do the rest as you get complains instead of gratitude for helping out.
The two past days I took down the rest of the tree except for a stump, split and piled most of the wood. Me and Ingemar cut his two hedges and we loaded the old pile of tree branches as well as the freshly cut hedge pieces on his trailer.
I guess my father might notice how much I do for him when I get my own garden to work in instead.
Buying a house, it’s not an easy task. We have been looking at quite a few houses by now and there have been a few we have been more interested in than others. So far we have visited two houses a second time and tomorrow we got a third house that we’re going to view a second time. It’s a house located in VÃ¤stra Karaby which we went to look at last Monday. It’s a single floor building of 142 sqm located on a plot of 2400 sqm. I think both me and Annie are quite happy with the size of the garden, the size of the house is a different matter though.
Our main requirements are 4 bedrooms (1 office + 1 master bedroom + 2 children’s bedrooms). An area for the couch and TV and a dining area that is not in the kitchen. Those two might be combined in a large living room or split up into two separate rooms. We do not want an open plan from the kitchen to the living room. We’d prefer the kitchen a bit sealed of so you can leave it messy after dinner when having visitors without everybody seeing it all the time.
The house in VÃ¤stra Karaby has all this. The master bedroom is of a good size the three other rooms however are quite small. A bit too small in my opinion. They’re also located right next to the living room so in the future when there might be kids they’ll be sleeping right next to the TV and where you sit and talk with your guests, so the plan isn’t great. After the first visit Annie definitely liked the house better than I did. I fell into a bit of brief depression and anxiety as I often feel that I have too many demands and let Annie down when it comes to the house hunt. However, after some thought and then talking it through with Annie we came to a realization. It’s more important with a house than the correct house.
For us to find the house that we want to spend the rest of our lives in we have to be damn lucky. Even if we think we find it we will most likely be wrong as we never have lived in a house together before. Currently we think we want a large garden, but it might turn out that we think it’s too much work. So we have come to the realization that we are probably going to settle for an okay house with the knowledge that we might leave it again in five years time or something similar. We want to move to a house way more than we want to move to the hundred percent correct house. Got a viewing coming up for a potential house in VeberÃ¶d in a weeks time also, if that turns out to not be what we want I think we’ll place a bid on the one in VÃ¤stra Karaby.
About two and a half weeks ago I went up to SÃ¶derÃ¥sens Nationalpark which is a nature reserve here in southern Sweden. It’s a ravine with a brook at the bottom of it. The area around is covered with mainly beech trees. I had the Friday of and it was nice weather so I decided to go take a long walk. If I recall correctly the path I choose ended up at 9.8 km or something similar. It’s not super long, but it’s quite rough terrain with two steep climbs.
I had an other reason beside going for a walk when going there though. It was the first time I went there alone and I have been wanting to do so since 2007 but never gotten around to it. I wanted to visit a special place of the trail called HjortsprÃ¥nget. It’s an outcrop of rock that stretches out in the ravine for about 8 meters. About halfway out it’s very narrow and only about half meter, with a birch growing on one side that you need to get round. Out at the end it opens up to a smallish platform.
In the postÂ The lairÂ from six years ago I wrote “I donâ€™t want to take that step with them watching, so I think I’ll go there someday rather soon, alone. Sit on the edge, think, feel.” The step I refer to is of course the one of the cliff to a fall down to the rubble below. It would be a semi-certain death. So now I finally went there alone to sit on the edge, think and feel. It was quite a short process. My live have improved significantly over six years that has passed and it didn’t take seconds to decide that I do want to live. Instead I spent some time sitting there and reading on my kindle. It’s still a very nice place to sit at.
Included some pictures of the place, they don’t at all do it justice though. Not quite sure if that fence is to keep animals in or out. And definitely not sure which animals.