Father Time is not a gentleman...to put it mildly.

If he were, then we would retain our abilities (even if not our looks) until shortly before our passing. But we don't...no lifeform with any complexity ever does, when it lives that long. Time & entropy DGAF.

Been looking at the last few canes I built, & how I plan to slightly alter a couple of 'em...

For years I've known about the Krenov School. I never went there, not even for any of its short courses offered in the summer. Something I didn't previously mention here: my first woodworking teacher was my mother's 2nd husband. Under him (it was an apprenticeship, basically) I built a Shaker-style desk out of big box-store pine. Other than my not making any drawers for it, it turned out pretty good for a mid-sized project. This was in the early 1990's.

I can't go to the Krenov School now, mainly because of chronic issues & the commitment I made this year. (Eventually gonna put a house on a place I bought, but it'll take a while to do. My health issues are a major reason for that) So learning the craft in a structured curriculum, especially in a great place like that, is not possible for me now...

Jesus in an Edsel, how I wish it were. I'd just love to enroll, & be out there for weeks or months & soak up all the knowledge & build something better than anything else I've made in my life. But that six-day-per-week daytime schedule is impossible. (Also, it's pretty expensive now)

There's no point in feeling this way about it, but emotions have nothing to do with reason.

...the older you get, the more conscious you can become of roads not taken. The young artists I see on here don't know anything about it...yet. Some of them will, in a few years. They'll know soon enough.