After putting in about eight hours on the first day–not including Twinkie and Klondike bar breaks–we only worked for four hours on the second day. Today it was time to do some sanding. The sander bed is 16 inches wide, and that also happens to be the finished width of the shelves.
(I am making an attempt to honor an “anonymous” request for more pics of the chap in suspenders–see comments, “the first day” post).
About break time, Uncle Kenny asked if I would like a breath mint. My first instinct is to always question his motivation, and here follows the reason why.
“Well, I’m wondering if it’s anything like your offer to me when I was about 12 years old?”
(setting switches to circa 1974)
“Hey, would you like a foxtail sandwich?'” When I replied in the affirmative on that fateful day long go, Uncle Kenny placed two foxtails in my mouth with the stems sticking out of either side.
“Are you really ready?” When I nodded, he quickly pulled on the stems, essentially leaving me with a mouthful of weed seeds.
So, I learned quite a lesson that day, and I was not surprised when his “breath mints” turned out to be . . . black walnuts.
breath mints
Above, Uncle Kenny demonstrates how we arrived at the dimensions for the architectural drawings of our “structure.”