No, no resolutions. No reservations, No recitations, No restrictions on the timeline. Just plodding along. It will be done when it's done and not one second sooner. The trouble with the weather is that the epoxy likes temperatures above 50° Fahrenheit. The thermometer is wallowing around that point barely making over that for a couple hours every day. My fingers get numb and I don't like operating machinery with numb fingers or gloves. I worked on a drawer that will go under the stove.
I worked on the stove. Somehow the thought of the odor of heated mouse pee wafting through the galley did not appeal to my aesthetic sensibilities, so I pulled out he old insulation on the top of the stove, cleaned out the top with scraper and bleach, and installed new insulation.
Working solo, I cut out the parts for the galley ladder and glued it together. I clamped it all up to check the fit.
Then glued the contraption together. By now you're accustomed to seeing a bunch of clamps. That's only 18 this time.......
I've been procrastinating on the galley trim. I bit the bullet and started gluing that on.
Just when you start feeling smug about your knowledge of music, you discover a group that has been around a long time and you had no knowledge of them. Stay humble. I'm the one that needs the lobotomy. Wasn't it Dorothy Parker that said "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy"?
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It's important, I think...........
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