One year ago today: August 22, 2024, new fridge, there, not here.
Five years ago today: August 22, 2020, dinner at the Blue Tuna.
Nine years ago today: August 22, 2016, her every tomorrow.
Random years ago today: August 22, xxxx, WIP
This is what $11 of rubber cement looks like in 2025. But it is indispensable when you need something that flexes. There is also a lot of other hardware shown, all of it bought only on sale. And I suspect my last supplier is about to go under. Not that I feel sorry because they get huge government grants to buy out American businesses. It is a glorious Florida morning, they can be really something else until the sun gets high. It’s coffee for me until 9:00AM, it’s a poor arrangement, but my best indoor productivity is those precious early mornings. But what, I’m supposed to change now? Get real.
Another coffee has my day planned. If it gets too hot, I’ve inventoried eight more bolex tat just need a final bottom piece fitted. That’s the one that takes the most time and involves walking through the back gate to use the neighbor’s table saw. I may experiment with a different hand-hold on the boxes now that I have a truly functional jigsaw. One last refill, a listen to the report of how the Democrats are bleeding voters, and I’m ready to get at that kitchen floor again. (No, that’s not politics, folks, I had bleeding heart liberals and Democrats just happen to be a convenient way of saying so.)
By late morning I’m back inside the house, only to discover the new work bench is temptingly convenient and comfortable for assembly work. I must not yield, better I should build a second bench. Instead, I worked on boxes in the shed, completing only two. But one had recessed or mortised hinges, whatever you call them. When done by hand that takes me an hour. I’ve learned to not fuss with the hinges, get the lid to close right, then plane or sand the sides until they fit. As the saying goes, we’re not building Buckingham Palace over here.
Walking to the table saw seems easier and I know why. Being able to move around again means I’m still losing weight. Not enough to make it visual, I’d guess at most ten pounds. It’s encouraging since I’m not on a exercise program. Sorry after 60 years of work, the core energy doesn’t return overnight any more.
My beautiful GE radio in the shed has something loose. It won’t pick up Boss Hogg radio, just NPR/PBS anti-Trump stations. From their bitching and moaning, I gather the latest crackdown on entry visas is starting to really bite the left. Gab says there are 55 million visa holders. Here’s what I gather, and you people who “had nothing to hide” best listen up. They are going to comb through police records, social media, tax forms, community forums, and emails to root out anybody with even a bad attitude. There is also a substantial population who have these visas who are currently outside the country. Their behavior there will also be scrutinized and visas revoked for anti-American posts or performance.
And it’s about time. Who’s laughing now? I have far less of nothing to hide than the people who posted their life histories on-line. That blatant stupidity parallels the jokers who got vaxed for a donut. You see, even if they themselves did not try to force others into compliance, by being sheeple, they
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Siesta, but first a few chapters (video) of this Narnia series. Never could figure out why every time they go ashore, they get into trouble, but keep doing it. If there’s any potential for danger, make sure you send in some children first. I mean, why not, there are way too many plain Jane actresses these days. Spent four hours in the shed. Few things spell “old” than a Friday night puttering away—except maybe watching TV, I’ll never get that old. I’ll go overboard on the excitement and show you this board with two holes drilled in it.
I have a trim router I do not use much. I may sacrifice it to make that hinge jig. I printed out the plans and they are in the shed awaiting selection of the correct lumber. Many on-line schematics use 1/2” plywood, and normally 5/8ths is what I keep around. The difference is the final weight, where that tiny dimension makes quite a difference. I also have my original “toothpick” router, it’s a big 1/2 HP beast. It has always been a very difficult to change bits, but I was unaware of that as a problem when I bought it in 2003. The plan is to make it a permanent, or semi-permanent, roundover tool. I saw a plan that mounts the router horizontally, making it possible to move the whole router—this one has a difficult “ring” to set the depth.
I put together more boxes and lined up more work. What happens is the compressor way over in the other lead-to and well-cushioned will, over time, rattle small pieces of wood off the shelves. I had many box sides cut and then jumbled together in this fashion. I finally sorted them out and most are what I call panel boxes. The top and bottom are panels that slide into matching grooves around the perimeter. As many a time, I found my groove router in the process and cut all the matching pieces I could find.
The shed is better therapy than the exercise chart from the clinic. They are over-cautious about every move, while in the shed I’m continuously lifting and reaching for things and I can tell what is beneficial. I made more laser labels and attached some by regulating the air pressure (or it will easily split wood). I found the deWalt a superior design for that. This shows up when shooting smaller brads. With longer brads or staples, they all work about the same. I’ve two tools missing again, about my weekly average. One is my beautiful wooden yardstick from the 1960s. And where is my 12V drill? In its custom box with charger compartment. This is more fun than the downtown clubs these days.
