1 May 2012

A nasty rainy morning, perfect for reading an Orson Scott Card novel in the waiting area while Todd Desabrais did his magic with the Sienna windshield.  He even transferred the inspection sticker to the new glass.  Returned to Fern Lake shortly before noon, surmised that Delores somehow heard from yesterday’s blog about putting her back into the repair shop, ‘cause now she’s seriously trying to kill me.  “How so?”, you ask.  Well, found a puddle of water on the counter next to the stove.  “Now that’s kinda peculiar”, I says to myself, “to have a puddle of water on the counter like that.  Wonder where it’s comin’ from?”  Don’t ya know, that water was coming out of the electrical outlet into which are plugged the coffee maker and the toaster.  Delores, up to her old tricks… again!  “Why don’t  you have an English muffin with your coffee”, she says, “seeing how it’s raining outside this morning?”  Kazzzap!  Having foiled her evil plot (had a Pop Tart instead), put paint on the woodshed door trim that was procured yesterday… which took forever to dry due to the 100% humidity.  When the rain finally abated enough to uncover the radial arm saw, built a jig for making the frames for the woodshed doors by screwing some 2x4’s to the shed floor. As the jig is exactly the size the doors need to be and is perfectly square, there is a better than even chance that the assembled doors will fit the opening where they will be hung.  Got one done, made entirely out of stock from my used but good, if maybe a bit cement stained, pile.  Also designed a jig for using my router to precisely cut the hinge pockets for the woodshed doors.  Now if I only had my jigsaw (in Virginia, of course) I could actually make the jig…  The we could all dance a jig, ‘cause the door hinges are mounted correctly. Living the motto, “Waste not, want not”, sawed up a bunch of ⅝″ Advantech “scrap” (left from sheathing the shed roof) to make the backing boards that will cover the woodshed door frames and onto which the cedar 1x4’s will be glued and nailed.  Exciting work, but somebody has to do it.