I wasn’t expecting to be Bench Flattening Day when I woke up this morning, but after three or four years of hard use, it’s time. I read somewhere that you’re not a real woodworker unless you re-flatten your bench like four times an hour.
Oh well, I guess I’m not a real woodworker. It’s not even really the process itself that I mind- I actually think it’s pretty fun. It just always makes me kind of sad to see the patina that gets built up over the course of making things- the dings and glue and finish and coffee stains- disappear. It’s a funny thing to set out to make things that will outlast every single person living today, but at the same time feel that you have no evidence of having made it.