This weekend was pretty fabulous. I went to the class at Woodcraft and came home with a neat wooden toolbox that I made–very nearly all by myself (only some assistance from the instructor). I got all the sheep in the class to write down the name of the class as “Chicks with Saws”. I was reminded in class why Richmond is a backwoods since the first topic of conversation was why men at the top of Tupperware and Mary Kay sales must be gay. But funny gay, don’t forget that. I had to scrape the sawdust off my eyes as they rolled out of my head.
My toolbox has a birch plywood bottom, birch sides, poplar ends and a walnut handle. It is most excellent. I found out how sweet! the jointer is and got a faceful of sawdust because one of my classmates knocked the ventilation hose off the sander not once but twice…some folks never learn. I did learn and stopped standing anywhere near the woman. I am the master of the band saw, hear me roar.
Saturday night we sat outside with our beverages of choice and watched the lunar eclipse. It was very cool and I understand why people got so willy nilly about eclipses back in the day. The moon going all red should freak you out a little.
Sunday we raked the front yard and we predict that will be the last time we have to do a major rake in the front yard. I used the push lawn sweeper and the better-half manned the rake. We do not have a blower any more…our other one was underpowered and died. We like the whole process better now–no fuss, no muss and no noise.
We burned a fire in the fireplace for the first time this season last night and had soup with homemade bread. The better-half is really cracking on the bread making. No bread machines for us. He made 4 loaves this weekend.