Well my gosh, I haven’t seen you in a long while. Hello, stranger – it’s been a minute!
As someone who’s kept (or tried to keep) a somewhat daily blog since 2002… there’s been an odd amount of radio silence, lately. No updates for a few months on here, which is a bit out of the ordinary.
Let me explain.
Checking to make sure things are level and lined up. Small note: we used splines for the corner joints.
Incredible designs – even though they’re still, they look to be in motion.
Sandy, taking a nap and clearly dreaming of a wide, open field. Chasing after all manner of squirrels and birds, I’m sure.
Look at those little legs going. You can almost hear the wind rushing by your ears, imagining how fast she must be running.
I spotted this in a store window, and… I was (and still am) absolutely speechless.
I don’t event… I mean, why… of all the…
*weeps*
Every time I see this large container, in my head I hear Brad Pitt saying “Drugs!”, from the movie Twelve Monkeys.
It’s… it’s a good thing I’m not a doctor.
A nice thing about our class time: oftentimes, there aren’t a lot of other people, using the table saws. This is a view of the main area, where we do most of our cuts.
Work has (somewhat) resumed in the neighbor’s backyard. But I don’t really want to talk about that here. Instead, I’d like to talk about this impossibly tiny, impossibly cute little bunny nugget that appeared amongst all the hoses and buckets.
Caught a few moments on video, when I realized Daisy was sleeping and dreaming. Look at those ear twitches!
Daisy’s been getting on, and her age is starting to show. But I hope that in her dreams, she’s still the same, young, spirited bunny she was when we first met her.
[pending]
On seeing this, I have two thoughts. First: that’s a lot of clamps. Second: you can never have too many clamps.
Made a bit of a mess. The worst part of demo: the dirty insulation still up in the ceiling, that has nowhere to go but down (on either you on the floor, or both).
I’m officially old. My pop culture upbringing would have had me pounding my fist at the marketing brainstorm, insisting that us calling a product “Malk” would be suicide.
Liz and I were back at the back office demo, today. Picking up from where we left off.
Nervous. A big leap today.
I’m heading out to attempt a 9K run. To help me, I’ve put on Liz’s vest (which has a water pack), and I’m also taking along a round of snacks.