Thursday, March 26, 2015

Tiny steps.

And that wasn’t the original title I had in mind a couple hours ago either.

The built in cabinets that I’m labouring over don’t really have any definite plans.  Some ideas are being fleshed out on the fly.  I finally decided on a design idea for one of the doors, checked it with T.C., (I ain’t no fool) and all was just hunky dory.  So then it was time to actually cut some lumber.

Not having gobs or room to store extra lumber, I figured I could rummage around and come up with the pieces needed to make a door.  No biggie.  And it’s going to be stained,  so pine would be just fine.

Anyway,  I don’t really want to talk about it,  since I made a wrong cut,  and now have to go and buy more.  So much for using up scraps.  *sigh*

What a bonehead.


Meanwhile though, I was considerably happier earlier,  since I finally got a jointing plane that I made years ago to behave. 


This thing has been sitting in its box for many years. And I’ll admit that it looks a little goofy, especially the honkin’ big grip up front, which I’ve since learned wasn’t entirely necessary.  Hey,  what did I know?   I thought I’d make a plane.  There were no plans,  and was before the internet.

I could never seem to make it work, but I thought I’d give it one more try. 

What I discovered was, first of all,  the blade wasn’t truly sharp.  This is where the “honing guide” from Lee Valley Tools was my friend. 


honing guide.

I just stole that from their website,  and I hope they don’t mind.  This is a device I should have ponied up the dough for a long,  long time ago.  Unless you’re really proficient at getting a consistent edge on a cutting tool,  I highly recommend this gizmo.  Seriously.  BUT, that price of $76.50 can make a feller’s butt hole constrict just ever so slightly. 

Doesn’t matter.  Sometimes you just have to suck it up and buy that one thing that makes life all that much better.  On the sharpening end of things anyway. It takes me a while to figure these things out it seems.



Because,  once the blade was properly sharpened,  and with a little bit of minor tweaking of the wedge that holds the blade in place,  I was finally able to joint lumber!

It’s a hard thing to describe.  Kind of a giddy sensation, really.

I mean,  a plane made by a manufacturer,  such as E.C.E. Emmerich that you’ll see below here,  should be expected to work right out of the box.


And it does.  It did.

Mind you,  that one is starting to get dull,  which you can tell from the type of shavings it produces.  Even though it’s not the sharpest, it still works.

The Emmerich family have been making hand planes for “five generations”.  I’m not sure what that means in terms of actual years,  but when I went to their tiny factory back in what was it? 2009?  Hans-Jörg Emmerich told me he was the fifth generation of Emmerichs to run their factory.  (OK fine,  they started in 1852)

Actually,  (duh) it’s all on their website.

Back in the deepest darkest recesses of this blog,  there are pictures of my visit.  I just showed up there one Friday mid-morning,  and he gave me a tour!  I know!  I damned near crapped!  As it would have been very poor form to drop a huge load in my drawers, I didn’t actually do that.  But it was pretty damned cool,  I’ll tell ya.

I’m hopeful that by clicking on that link,  you’ll be able to see a pic of Hans-Jörg in their shop.


Anyway,  I’m just evaporating some time here,  waiting for Travelling Companion to get back from her check-up (It’s the one where they squish a couple parts of your anatomy?  And it’s only for ladies? You know the one.) 

Then we’re off again to drop her off at a gathering of some of her previous co-workers.  Some sort of retirement celebration. Not hers.  She chose not to go there.

I’ve offered to chauffeur,  as there may be some sort of libations involved.  D’ya think?


We got snow today.  Big flakes.  The thing is,  in the fall when it snows for the first time,  it’s somehow “enchanting”,  or something similar.

This time of the year though?  No.  I’ve seen enough.  The rain is bad enough, since it usually makes it cold and miserable. I think I said something when I saw it snowing that I shouldn’t repeat here. 

Still got those winter tires on the car.  We’ll see how April looks.  It all melted,  but still.


That’s it for today.  Maybe for a few days,  who knows?


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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

I get these ideas.

It’s been a few days once again.  Need more discipline on the blogging end of things I suppose.

Anyway,  one thing leads to another,  and before I know it,  I’ve pulled out the fridge.  It all started with what looked like one single filament of spider web that looked like it was taunting me from the ceiling.

“Now where did that come from?”

Well,  that needs to be vacuumed.  And if we’re hauling out the hose for the central vac, may as well go over the kitchen floor once more and,  since there wasn’t really all that much to speak of,  may as well haul out the fridge.

See how that happens? 

Now, admittedly it was a heckova sight cleaner than the last time I hauled it out,  which was shortly after we moved home from being away for nearly five years.  I remember hearing some of my former Caretaking Associates use the expression,  “The dust was an inch thick”,  which of course was an exaggeration. 

But not that time.

We won’t speak of it.  Pets are fun.  Just don’t look behind the fridge.



I think we can let the dirt pile up a little bit for at least a day or two.

I had to do the “once over” on Saturday,  since we had company coming,   then there was a “once over” again yesterday,  since it was the bi-weekly “professional cleaning”,  then we had company again today,  which really didn’t involve anything more than me having to run out and get provisions.  This was a couple co-workers from T.C.’s former employer.  Still referred to as The Company that Cannot be Named after all,  since she’s doing consulting work for them these days. 

Go ahead and roll your eyes.

Cuts into her sewing time, apparently.  Can’t speak to that.


Saturday’s evening meal involved firing up the Weber and slapping on some juicy tenderloin type steaks.  I kind of look upon eating steak in the same way that I view going to the Opera.  Go pricey or go home.  I can’t abide by chewing on sinewy, low grade meat, so there’s never really any time that I’d buy it.  Same with concert tickets.  Why sit up in the nosebleed section?

No pictures of the finished meal.  Too busy yakking. 


We did stop by the workplace of Daughter Number Two to pick up a few things.



I was there again this morning to pick up a couple awesome salads.  So nice to just walk in,  bag up a couple containers,  pays me money and be off again.  Oh and they had fresh bread too. 

Making any kind of salad isn’t really my number one love of things to do.  Don’t mind eating them, just not keen on making them.  I think I’ve complained about this in the past.  Perhaps not here,  but just for the record.  Not. My. Favourite. Thing.



Yesterday we made a little trip up to Guelph for a fitting.  See,  T.C. has been making a pair of pants for one of her sisters, and it helps to have the subject try them on at least once. 

She announced when we called to say we were on our way that she now had “three chairs”.  This is good.  There would be three of us.

She had allegedly “fixed” one of them,  but when I sat on it,  I realised that I’d need to measure my breathing, or I might just end up on the floor. 




So of course,  I ended up bringing the chair home.

Now,  as much as I’m a “pretty good beginner” on the woodworking end of things,  I’ve never really like working on or repairing chairs.  So there were no heroics.  I drilled out the “repairs”,  put it back together,  holding it all in place with a band clamp,  and threw in some three inch screws.  If it breaks again,  we’ll buy her some new chairs.

It sits level on the floor,  and that’s all I care about.

I think T.C. said she might go up to Guelph on Friday.  Not sure if I’ll be pressed into chauffeuring duties.   I have no qualms about staying home.



Oh oh!  Have to mention this.  Did you hear?  Ted Cruz is going to run for Prez!  Awesome!



Hey,  maybe Sarah (I can see Russia from my House) Palin will be his running mate?  That would also be truly awesome. 

Can I get a job on one of those late night shows? 

You know, I’d work for free.  There’s so much material there, any fool could come up with some zingers.



Do you know what’s behind your fridge??


Huh? Huh?


Sticks. Ice.  You know.


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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Pardon my absence.

I guess I didn’t realise that there would be some sort of void in the blogosphere if I failed to check in from time to time.

Not dead yet.  In case you were wondering.


It was just a Wednesday.

I mentioned yesterday that it is indeed getting warmer,  although the bloody wind does seem to make it less than “ideal”. 

There’s an inside *thing* there.  I’ll explain some day.


Went off to breakfast with the “Breakfast Babes”,   where one of the attendees was presented with a quilt that was made for his Grand-daughter.

Yes,  I realise there a men in with the Breakfast Babes.  I didn’t come up with the term.



I didn’t ask ANYONE’s permission to post this.  It’s a picture of a picture.  It took them a few weeks.  And no, they didn’t use the restaurant. 

That would be weird.

Although, *thinks* getting served coffee while working on a quilt would be OK I suppose.




I managed to not notice the blazing sunlight coming in the window.  Oh well.



I did have a reason for mentioning the somewhat chilly temps,  since I happened to notice these young ladies this morning.

By the time I clued in to taking a quick pic,  they were a few paces away.  Click on the pic.  You’ll see.


Pyjama bottoms?   They looked like flannel,  but still.  Maybe she had ‘long johns’ underneath?  It was maybe three degrees above freezing.  Fahrenheit or Celsius, that’s not too friggin warm.

Silly Canadians.

Likely walking to Tim Horton’s. 

Actually,  I have no clue.  I’m making all this sh*t up.  Except for the pyjama bottoms.  Those are real.


I no sooner got home after making a couple stops after breakfast,  and T.C. was out the door for a lunch date. 

This then was the perfect chance to sort out a little dreaded job that I need to have done before putting in that first cabinet on the right. 

I prefer to work undisturbed.


It involved removing a duplex receptacle,  and putting a double switch in its place.




I only had to run one wire up inside the wall, which was the part that took the longest.  For anyone who has ever done this,  you know full well just how much fun it is.  I have my tricks though.

The string is actually my “safety” string that I hooked onto the wire after getting it close to its destination.  The string was strong enough to then pull the wire back up through.  Couldn’t get the fish tape to cooperate,  so I went with the old stand-by.  Coat hanger wire.

Never did figure out their goofy multi-purpose schematic/instructions.  Ended up hauling out a meter and checking for continuity across parts of the switch.  The idea is,  I want to be able to switch upper and lower lights from the one source.






Or lower.


Oh wait.  Guess I didn’t do a ‘lower’ by itself.  

That entire circuit is controlled from the switches by the door. 

Anyway,  that was a fun hour or so.  Loose definition of fun.

And yes,  I shut the power off.  The duplex right next to the switches is normally hot,  and there was no way I could work in that box and stay clear of it.  And the older I get,  the less enthusiastic I am about working on sh*t with the power still on.  I’ve only been mildly zapped a few times,  but the next time might just be the last time. Just sayin’.

The duplex receptacle below with the cow plugged in is now a split,  with one part constantly hot,  and the other switched.

The night lights are only there to test things.  And for demonstration purposes.  You knew that,  right?


So that was my exciting day. 


Hey,  just doing my part to avoid the void.


Keep your stick on the ice.


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