Construction, House and Acreage Restoration

Fear and the Compound Miter Saw

Have you ever been really afraid?

I mean the type of irrational fear that causes your heart to beat uncontrollably, while sweat beads across your brow and your hands start to shake so much that you feel like the only thing that will stop the insanity is if you could just vomit…just once!

Yeah, until a couple of days ago, I had never experienced that type of fear. Don’t get me wrong, there have been plenty of things I have been afraid of. Stingrays for example. Stingrays scare the crap out of me. And one time, as I walked home from a worship group on a Friday night on the SDSU campus, I was really starting to get paranoid about the drunk ag-frat guys following me making inappropriate remarks in their cowboy boots and hats.

But both of those things were very different fears, they were rational. I pride myself on my rationality (my husband is reading this and laughing hysterically because if there is one person on this planet more rational than myself it is him).

I was petrified of the miter saw. Which, by the way, I thought was actually a circular saw. Because the saw is circular. This is not true. A saw does not get it’s name by it’s shape (just throwing it out there). Me and power tools? I just don’t care for them. With electricity there is too great a risk for me to make a mistake and cut off a limb…or impale somebody…or any myriad of things that happen in slasher movies.

But, I decided to suck it up. Cowboy up (as those frat boys probably would’ve said). And, my very caring husband, let me take an inordinate amount of time to saw some cripples for the windows.

My worthy opponent. The miter saw.


My task? Take the given measurements and cut some wood to those measurements.


The challenge? Do not cut off your fingers or break the saw. And measure accurately.


The result? Cripples for framing the windows upstairs. Success.


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