Many of you may already know of Aaron Wilburn and his comedy but I just recently was made aware of him. I’ve watched several videos on You Tube and I know that maybe I have a weird sense of humor but I really enjoyed most of them. Here is one that I got quite a kick out of.
The old house I tore down was built on sill logs supported by foundation stones. Some of the sill logs had completely rotted out, some partially rotted, but others were quite solid. As far as I could tell they seemed to be oak and I decided to cut them into firewood. As I began to cut into one of the sill logs I discovered that it wasn’t oak but was black walnut.
This log had been hewn by hand, although some of the others had been cut on a sawmill.
In the above photo you can see the stash of black walnut pieces I have to use for small projects. Which leads me to the first project I have completed using the black walnut.
I plan on giving this to the fellow who gave me the old house to tear down.
The scent of freshness.
It is reported that a new supermarket opened recently in Albuquerque. It has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the distant sound of thunder and the smell of fresh rain.
When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and you experience the scent of fresh cut Hay.
In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks and brats.. In the liquor department, the fresh, clean, crisp smell of tapped Miller Lite.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.
The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked bread & cookies.
It seems that the sales of toilet paper have dropped way off!
As time has allowed I have been getting my woodworking shop set up. So, come with me on a brief tour.
This is looking into the shop. My Jet contractor saw sits about in the middle of the shop. At the back of the saw is a work bench/out feed table that I built.
On the left side of the shop is my Delta drill press and my Dewalt mitre saw. Against the far wall, next to the filing cabinet, is my Craftsman Router Crafter.
This photo is taken from in front of the router crafter, looking toward the right side of the shop. You can see my scroll saw that I have had in storage for over 15 years and my 1” belt sander. It is mounted on a bench that I built, mostly from material from the old house I tore down.
This is taken from the foot of the stairs to the loft showing the workbench/out feed table. You can see my old bench grinder stored inside the bench. This was salvaged from my father-in-law’s shop after his death. A date on the bottom is stamped July 1960. It has been around for a while.
This machine is to the immediate right as you enter the shop. It is my chain grinder for sharpening chains for our chainsaws. On the wall is my “Certificate of Completion” from the Foley-Belsaw Saw and Tool Sharpening School, January 1994.
Thanks for taking the tour. If there are any questions your tour guide will be happy to answer them.
I suspect we have all heard Tom Bodett, the spokesperson for Motel 6, repeat that phrase numerous times in the past 20+ years. I wasn’t aware that my goats had ever heard that slogan but it seems they have taken it to heart. Numerous time over the past several months I have gone to the barn to do my chores to find that the goats have “left the light on for me.”
When I wired the barn I only put in 4 light fixtures. One light is right over the milking stand and I have it wired to a switch right inside the main entrance door. The other 3 lights are operated by pull-chain. One is in front of the hay feeder, one in the hay loft and the 3rd, which gets used infrequently, is in the main area that the goats have access to. It is this 3rd light that I find turned on for me.
I know this picture is dark but you can see the light fixture and the bulb. It is secured near the ceiling, which is quite low being only about 6 feet or so. Below is how it looks when the goats have thoughtfully turned it on for me.
It is hard to see but the pull-chain is only about 3 inches long and is to the immediate left of the bulb. As far as I can figure the goats, or most likely THE goat, doing this gets the chain in her mouth and pulls it. I have yet to catch one in the act but I have it pretty well narrowed down as to the guilty party. Due to one goat being rough on the other I have been separating them at night. The temporary pen is right under this light. So, when I went out a few mornings ago and discovered that the light had been turned on once more I knew that the one in the pen had to be the guilty one. And that was Zoe!
I recently watched a YouTube video that I felt the grandsons would enjoy so I sent the link to Darryl. (I’ll put the video in, for your enjoyment as well, at the bottom of this post.) It is about the use of the old fashioned slingshot. I know I had several as I was growing up. My dad made my first one but I made other ones myself. I could never hit much of anything with them but they were fun.
Shortly after watching the video the 9 year old grandson came down looking for material to make a slingshot. He wasn’t sure what to use for the “rubber” in the slingshot. He remembered some of the rags I was using in the shop and he came asking if he could have the elastic from some of my old underwear. I told him I didn’t believe that would work. I suggested that if he had an old inner tube he could cut strips from that. It so happened he had an old bicycle inner tube. Shortly he had cut out a chunk with his knife and tried fastening it onto his forked stick with screws. I told him we would just have to make some slingshots.
So, yesterday we made each of the grandsons and the youngest granddaughter a simple little slingshot. Not professional quality but something to have fun with.
Here is the video I mentioned.
It seems that change accumulates. Before moving here I would take my accumulation of change to my bank and they would run it through their coin sorting/counting machine and give me currency for it. I had never checked with my bank here. We used to save our change to take with us when we travelled as there were a number of toll roads here in Kentucky. But, a few years ago they took out all of the toll booths and we don’t need coins for the toll roads. So, the change keeps accumulating.
Last week while we were in town I went into the bank and asked if they had a coin sorting/counting machine. The answer was “No.” They were more than happy to supply me with a handful of coin wrappers so that I could sort, count and roll my coins. It was a morning’s activity to get the coins sorted, counted into stacks and rolled. After rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ coins I have a bit over $100.00 in coin to take to the bank. And, now I can start accumulating again.
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