Buildering Stuff

I decided to make some folding TV tables, now that I have all the tools. I began by looking online for free plans, but the hundreds of "leads" all led to the same page, which was just written instructions which were difficult to follow. So, of course, I just started making....

First, I cut the pieces for the top (1"x4" ripped [using my new table saw!] on the small dimension to get ½"x4" pieces), the frame (1"x2" ripped to 1"x1") and legs (1"x2").  The legs have the angle cut so they'll sit flat on the floor when the table is in use, and the frame pieces are mitred so no end grain will show (which is why I wanted a frame in the first place, to hide the end grain of the top pieces).

After cutting a rabbet for the top pieces to lay into, I put the frame pieces together with glue and brads and had this.

I then started work on the underside,... the cross supports for the top (to which the outer legs would be attached) and to which the top pieces were glued.  This took some time, because I had to reconfigure the pieces a couple of times to make sure everything would be strong enough in the end.

And then the inner legs, with braces and ½" dowel hinge pins (and a stop board I had to add so the legs wouldn't splay all the way to the top frame).

And VIOLA!!! One folding TV tray.

I still have to put a finish on it (polyurethane varnish), and build another one, but at least I finished this much by Christmas morning for an 'official' unveiling.

The End.

Christmas Song

No, not Mel Torme's classic, but a classic in its own right....

"Dear Nuala" (12 Days of Christmas).

Conversational Scottish, Lesson 10

One of my favorite comedy bits of all time:

From the old SCTV.

I Haven't Forgotten About You, I Promise

Hello, my dear blog.  How've you been lately?  I miss you sometimes, and I hope to get back to posting on you, but you know how it is.  There's this other site that's so much more 'in the moment' and, frankly, more responsive, but it has its problems, so....


Anyway, just wanted to say hi.

Loves me some Phydeaux. :)

Beauty Full

Post was a video that has since been deleted from YouTube.

I don't even remember what it was... /shrugs/

Not An Abject Failure

One day last week I wanted to make a chocolate pie with a pastry crust.  It had been a very long time since I made one, and I forgot that when baking an empty pie crust, one needs something to hold down said crust so it doesn't puff up, burn to a crisp, fall over and then sink into the swamp.

So guess what happened.

Today, I tried again:

Golden Flaky pie crust!

The edge isn't all purty and stuff, because a) I didn't know if what I tried would work (I used rice to fill the pan, after lining it with aluminium foil ) and b), I ain't sellin' it, I'm makin' it fer to eat!!

Chocolate Pie!!!.

I suspect that even Emerson Cod would enjoy this pie, but we won't know for sure until after dinner tonight -- because this pie is for dessert. :)

Happy Birthday, Jerry

Jerry Garcia was born 1 August 1942. Not much else to say, 'cause if you don't know I can't teach you. :)



The Grateful Dead -- Ripple



Jazz is Dead -- Morning Dew

Best Punch Line in Cartoon History?

Happy Birthday!

Today is, as everyone knows, the 125th anniversary of my Grandfather's birth... oh, and it's some kind of national holiday in the United States. ;)

Today is the one day that I can quote / refer to/ post clips from my favorite movie ever, 1776, without people thinking me exceedingly odd... and so without further ado....

Converstional Scottish, Lesson 10

I, For One, Welcome Our New Furry Overlords

This Blog Is Not Dead Yet

So I haven't posted anything in a month.

Other things and all that.


I'm sure there'll be more before too long, as I'm working on another piece of furniture, meanwhile....

Today in Building Stuff

So Jen's had this futon couch for almost 15 years, and over the last few months (exacerbated, no doubt, by almost-a-teen angst-flopping) it has been getting pretty creaky.  Today was the day to fix it:

Not good.

The supports, they are missing.

"Wait.  What?"  We managed to move the cushion without moving the cat.

Cushion moved to table, and cat content, off to the lumber yard I betook meself.

Rule is: Measure Twice, Cut Once

Got the needed dimensional lumber, made some cuts....

A bit of analog cipherin' to figger spacing...

Pondered some....

Some screws, and it's ready for cushion!

Assembled some....

Ta Da!

A usable couch, and the first part of building a Brand New Couch is done. For what ever time we decide we want a Brand New Couch.

Still Here

Two years -- that's 730 days -- ago I posted this.  I made it that day, with no problems, as you can see here.

And I'm still here (although we're in a different house).

And still loving it.

And Jen.

:)

Time To Shelf It

My current makin'-sumpin' is a small shelfy thing for on to put my computer tower (with our UPS under, and then my external disc drive on top). After some measurement problems, I got this done.

Photos taken after dark, better ones tomorrow:

(and, yes, that is a pile of onions in the background of the second photo)

Because I Haven't Even MENTIONED Bagpipes Lately

Al-Cat-Traz

Our neighbor/landlord recently got a herd of chickens (yes, I do know it's "flock"... I just prefer herd), and Jamba was quite intrigued....

Then one of the hens started hanging out in the next door carport, in one of the crates, a-cluckin' and a-scratchin' and a-doin' what hens do, namely:

Well, this sent both kittehs into a frenzy... fresh meat that close and yet inaccessible.

Or maybe not.

Jamba, she of the 12.7% EVIL, remembered that climbing the mesh was possible, and might even gain her access to Snack.  And yesterday, up and over The Wire she went.  And ended up into the ceiling crawlspace, which took me, Jen, Julia, a cardboard box, a step ladder and several kitteh treats to get her down.  Sorry, no pictures of that.

And this morning, when Jen was checking to make sure the cats were inside afore starting the car to leave, she discovered Jamba, "strolling around outside the gate, nibbling on grass and completely nonchalant."

Which caused me to Spring Into Action... after morning coffee and InterWebs check and all... to Fix the Problem:

It may not be the prettiest, but it has already proved to be effective.

"Fine.  If you won't let me out, I'll just lay on the log and sun myself."

I'll say this for Jamba... she's pretty smart.  She tried her escape route, was blocked by the angled mesh squares, tried once from another angle, was blocked again, and has since ignored the whole thing.  Now, if Snack gets into the crate again to lay another egg... we'll see.

The Places I've Lived

I'm not sure what set me off on this journey, but I went through Google Earth and found all the places I've lived in my life, except for two.  The first one - we moved when I was barely a year old, and I don't remember it -- and another that was in a trailer park that is no longer there.  So without further ado...

Boonville United Methodist, the parsonage is the lower right structure.  The house to the left of the parsonage was owned by Mrs. Johnson, who would give me sweets and occasionally take me to lunch.

Boonville "Little House", nothing to do with Laura Ingalls, we just called it that because it was wee.  The back "yard" was a concrete slab, and I remember using big chalks to draw lines for streets that I rode on my li'l John Deere (pedal-powered) tractor.  I was five.

Boonville - Fleming Farm The house is the building lower left-ish, the rest are barns and grain silos.  This was where I learned to ride a bike, and I did the driveway loop many, many times.

Laurelledge -  My dad's from Texas, and they name homesteads/farms/ranches there, and he named this one Laurelledge (Mountain Laurels & Rutledge = Laurelledge).  This started life as a "trailer house", but we added onto it several times over the years, until there was very little left of the trailer.

Gold Hall NCSU  (center of pic) - I attended NC State for three semesters, majoring in Dungeons & Dragons... okay, technically I was a computer science major, but in reality... hench the only three semesters

Elkin - Apartment, the complex had a name, but I don't remember it.  I was the very first tenant in my apartment, which was number 80B (BOB)... very apropos

Ferguson - Leesa's place, my first live-in girlfriend, I was here for just over a year.  It was much less blurry in real life.

North Wilkesboro - 6th Street  These apartments also had a name, but I don't remember it.  After I moved out of Leesa's I moved in here.  They were the oldest apartments in town, built sometime around (or just after) WWII.

Valdese - another apartment complex, another non-remembered name.  I lived here while I worked as an assistant manager for Domino's Pizza in Morganton.

N. Wilkesboro - Holly Hills Apartments... I remember this name.  

Here a second time, in a different apartment

Yet another apartment in N. Wilkesboro, don't remember the name, but it was across the street from the Mental Health clinic.

Then I lived here, in a basement apartment...

Then here, in the little building in the middle (it, and the house above-left of it, were built of stone, and looked way cool)

Hmmm... can't really see anything, but that's an a-frame on the Watauga River outside of Boone.  It was nice living there, the deck hung over the river.

Boone is, apparently, a blurry town.  These were round buildings, and my apartment was a semi-circle.

Laurel Branch Road - Vilas.  I lived in this house for three years, on a rent-to-own plan that I couldn't maintain long enough to actually have ownership... but was the closest I got.

More with the blurry... this was a HUGE A-frame house in Powderhorn Mountain.  Very nice house.

Apartment in Boone, 3 months...

Expressions of Asheville (arrow), my head shop... I lived upstairs.  1100 sqft of open space.  I build half walls for privacy around the toilet and shower, but other than that, it was wide open.  Was once a Harley-Davidson shop, and the upstairs was storage... still smelled like oil. :)

The Secret Lair (aka '73 Winnebago)... can just sorta see the roof there in the middle under the trees, with my tarpaulin porch roof at the top.

All the above were in North Carolina... while I was in The Secret Lair I met Jen and moved to...

San Rafael de Heredia, Costa Rica.  Jen and the girls lived in the upstairs apartment, I in the downstairs ( so as not to overwhelm the girls with my presence at first)

San Rafael de Heredia -  And now we live here.

Convoluted Familial Connections

This song came up (in my head, anyway) in a thread over on the Book of Faces, and  in searching for the lyrics for to copy and paste, I found that Jerry Garcia and David Grisman did a version of it.  Couldn't find that one, but here's Dawg (that's Grisman's nickname) doing it:

David Grisman - I'm My Own Grandpa Found at abmp3 search engine