Finally, after talking about it for I don't know how long, I've signed up for a class to learn welding. I've wanted to know how to weld for years. The first time I can remember trying to find a class was about 1992 or 1993.
Initially, I wanted to learn to weld to give me the wherewithal to at least try to create metal sculpture. Now, it has evolved into a desire to do that, but also to have some practical skills that I may one day put to use if I ever realize my dream of having a little place in the country, where I might need to build gates, fix broken tines for a tiller, or do other such "country" chores.
My class will be held every Sunday afternoon, beginning June 1, from 4-7 p.m. for eleven weeks. I figure I should be able to develop some practical skills after 33 hours of instruction. The course description reads like a novel, it's so exhaustively comprehensive: "This entry-level course focuses on oxy-acetylene and arc welding techniques for the craftsman." I'm glad they gave me the full story about what I'm going to experience in this program.
I really wish I knew someone else who had an interest in learning welding, too, but most people to whom I mention my interest, just in passing, think I've lost my mind. They equate welding with junk yards and they equate my interest in welding as the inevitable ode to my humble ancestry. Hrrummpph!
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