WHY WOOD CHIPS ARE OUR FRIENDS

WHY WOOD CHIPS ARE OUR FRIENDS
PROLOGUE

NEW NAME AND CHANGES

I DON'T KNOW IF CHANGE IS ALWAYS GOOD, BUT I FELT LIKE IT WAS TIME TO CHANGE THE NAME ON THIS BLOG. I'M STILL A CAMPBELL - AND GRATEFUL FOR THE SCOTTISH HERITAGE. I'M ALSO STILL CARVING, SO I AM DEFINITELY A CARVER, BUT ONLY BY HOBBY. I JUST WISHED I HAD STARTED THIS HOBBY ABOUT 50 YEARS AGO. WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE TIME I WASTED WATCHING THE STUPID BOOB TUBE, IT MAKES ME WANT TO HEAVE! AND, THINK OF ALL THE CUTS AND WOUNDS I MISSED OUT ON....

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TWO GREAT PHILOSOPHERS FROM NASHVILLE, TENN. ASKED TWO GREAT AND LOADED QUESTIONS BACK IN 1958 ON ONE OF THEIR RECORDINGS. THE QUESTIONS WENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS:

HOW MUCH WOOD COULD A WOODCHUCK CHUCK
IF A WOODCHUCK COULD CHUCK WOOD?

HOW MUCH WOOD WOULD A DINOSAUR SAW
IF A DINOSAUR COULD SAW WOOD?

(HOMER AND JETHRO)

LUCKILY, MY HOBBY OF WOOD CARVING HAS ALLOWED ME TO CONTEMPLATE AND FINALLY RECEIVE ANSWERS TO THOSE TWO GREAT QUESTIONS OF LIFE. NOW, IF YOU WANT THE ANSWERS, YOU'LL HAVE TO GET RID OF YOUR CURRENT HOBBY (PROBABLY EITHER YOUR SMART PHONE OR THE BOOB-TUBE) AND START CARVING WOOD. (WOOD SPIRITS DON'T TALK TO THE IMPURE. YOU HAVE TO BE INTIMATELY INVOLVED WITH WOOD -- AND NOT THE WOOD BETWEEN YOUR EARS.)

JUST A WORD OF WARNING -- WHILE YOU ARE CARVING, THE WOOD WILL START TALKING TO YOU. THE WOOD WILL TELL YOU (AS YOU ARE TRYING TO CARVE SOMETHING SPECIFIC) TO NIX THE PROJECT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO AND DEMAND THAT IT BE MADE INTO SOMETHING ELSE!!!) REALLY! I'M NOT KIDDING!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

KRIS KRINGLE AND THE LADY ON THE WALL

I finished Kris Kringle (and another carving) -- they are both hanging on a wall in our home.

Kris is in my "man cave" until Christmas time:



I'll hang him on the wall near the front door as soon as it is appropriate -- which may be right after Halloween...

We have a new lady in the home. She's very quiet, is a real "block head" and has the name of Anna die Edele. Don't ask; it's a long story. But, she'll have a companion soon to hang by her. As soon as "he" is finished, I'll spill my guts.



By the way, the split down her face is the seam of two pieces of wood glued together -- which is to say that she isn't schidzophrenic.

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