I became 59 years old last month. My kids find this both hard to believe and fodder for fun — with comments like “Dad’s pushing 60!” seemingly adding joy to their lives. I don’t really feel old, but I have had to adapt to some changes in my body. Picking up a 4′ x 8′ x 3/4″ piece of melamine or MDF now requires some strategic planning, rather than brute strength. Even with my bifocals, I need extra good lighting when marking out my lumber. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining — I am healthy and vital, but I am not 25 years old any longer (despite what my brain tells me).
Which got me to wondering, what kind of accommodations are my fellow Boomers making in their woodshops? More foam footpads? Massage chairs? I am very interested. So let me know what time has done to your workshop program, and we just might share it with the rest of the eZine faithful.
Rob Johnstone, Woodworker’s Journal