A stalled storm
I’ve recorked my glue bottle. The mechanical assembly is complete, and as soon as I figure out the how, I’ll move on to the sanding stage. This is all new to me, and I’ve already made substantial mods to the original kit. Yes, it “voids the warranty”, as if a box of wood pieces actually is protected from the excesses of a glue bottle or an out-of-control sanding pad.
The dog is worried. There are other dogs that have skirted the property (on their way down to the little section of paradise they’ve settled for the week). My fellow doesn’t understand why any other creature with serious tail wags should come in and out of view.
I’ve been put on weather watch. The lawn is just about cut, and the designated driver wants to know if one should dress for hurricanes. I think not; the closest storm is stalling down by Boston, with little indication of the next path deviation. I suspect that the storm force won’t reverse and blow through the south again, so we may get something in a few days. As for tomorrow, the mow may continue.
Another book that I would not have foreseen: The Wine Lover’s Guide to Atlantic Canada. I haven’t got my head around the idea that I live in a place that is warm enough to allow serious grape cultivation. After all, back when I cared about such bounty, the labels were all from foreign lands. Now, all four of the Atlantic fiefdoms have something to offer (and bottle).
