Not Really Ezekiel 25:17, Jules

 The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by 

the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.

Got fired, but they still haven't given me my final paycheck.

Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness.

 

Trying to keep in touch with, and support, several distant brothers who are hurting / in crisis / etc.

For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. 

 

I've been taking care of my wife's needs a fair bit.  On the other hand, I've become quite sick of helping others, because of working in retail. It is for the best that I left. I've essentially become unemployable, which means, unfortunately, that I have to retire early and accept reduced benefits because all Washington politicians have soft cushions and don't give a damn about your old age or mine.

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and
furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. 

 

Or, yanno, me. There is someone out there who has some serious karma coming to him.  It has to wait.  I can be very patient for things I want badly enough.

And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.

Your screams of "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" will not avail you.  Here, have some Melville:

"...to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."

So yeah, that's where my head has been lately.  No shop work has happened in months. Having some personal problems which are slowing me down. Still suffering plantar fasciitis - which I got from the retail job - despite taking a lot of time off my feet since.

Also dealing with a dying keyboard so this post won't get much longer.

Going meta a bit, the question has arisen whether I will or will want to take my shop to our hypothetical new home in the mountains. I would either have to disassemble the machinery and transport it myself with a rented box truck, some pallets, and a rented pallet jack -or- pay riggers several thousand dollars (I don't have quotes, but if it's under $5K I'll be shocked) to get the stuff there from Denver, and then up the undoubtedly steep driveway.  Every time I describe this process and the probable cost, I feel less and less like keeping the shop. 

And by 'getting' rid of the shop, I mean, figuring out which parts to keep and which parts to drop (never including basic tools, hand or powered) and thus reducing the size of shop/garage I need to find or build. 

The first to go would of course be the heaviest, ie; the mill, then the lathe, and their various heavy accessories and tooling.  The second to go would be the air compressor and blast cabinet. Last to go would be the welding area.  I'll keep hand tools and my workbench.  I should sell the surface plate, I hardly ever need or use it. 

Since all is moot because we can't find a house to buy in any case, we may as well throw up our hands and give up at least until the city drives me the rest of the way out of my gourd.