Think I'll make other plans.

Too bad. I normally enjoy watching the Superbowl.

Yeah, I'll watch it just because I've seen every one, and watch it with the same people every year.

At least the ones that are still alive.

Seriously unhappy about it. I'll be looking for alternate plans. I hope Brady breaks in half and the Falcons stomp the crap out of them. Don't remotely see that happening, but ...
<<<<< I'll be over there not caring.

Maybe I'm in the wrong thread... "happy"

Anyhow the hike was really nice. It *did* happen and I do have the pics to prove it.

Surprised PoloGirl with a brand new sewing machine of her own -she's happy :)

Wasn't today, it was yesterday...
Decided to cop a "fuck it" and head up to Downingtown for lunch with Lumberjim. We met at A Chick-fil-A and shot the shit for 30 mins or so. Damn I wish we lived closer. I'd definitely hang out with him more. The other part that made me happy was he gave me a gift. A sampling so to speak. :joint:

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Good looking people and nice country you got there.

Very nice to finally "see" DofV. I love the dogpack too!

The dog is carrying the gear and still pulling on the leash. :haha:

Beloved Daughter is a very pretty girl.:love:

What's making you happy today?
 

Well, it's Friday, so, there's that.

I got the drawer frames for my bench completed today. I built the bench out of Rock Maple (we were at the beach...) in 1980 and have always meant to do something with the underneath. I finally got fed up with lack of storage space in my tiny ass shop so I decided to make a shit ton of drawers.

After too many stupid attacks to count and dealing with my *ready to shit the bed* thickness planer, I finally cobbed this catastrophe together.

I should make notes because next time I do it I will do it a lot differently, only by the time I need to do this again, if that time ever comes, I won't remember a fucking thing that I learned.

Now I have to make 18 drawers. Built on a foundation that is not square, plumb, or straight, this whole project has been an exercise in abandoning the remotest pretense of perfectionism. It's all plus or minus an eighth.

Laudable.

This is why you were exhorted to do your best, not do your perfect.

This is how shit gets done, the triumph of the tangible good over the possibly perfect.

Good job.




Not a *perfect* job.....





Just good natured-ly yankin yer chain.