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Busy, lost, and woodworking

It has been quite awhile since I have posted on my blog, basically I have been lost. I barely made it through December due to migraines, which just seemed to blend each day together. My activity on social media came to a standstill, very little Twittering, Instagram, Facebook, and blogging, well no activity there.  The daily news was depressing, so I even ignored it. Did I find it difficult cutting back? Not at all.

During this time I have been busy with life, enjoying woodworking immensely, and yoga. In December, I finished painting the life-size Nutcracker our eldest daughter gave me. It was positioned in the front window, then after Christmas was moved upstairs to the bedroom window. I had really wanted to have it grace the front porch, but I was vetoed by my husband, and son. I think manly because I had wanted them to bolt the base to the porch. Oh well, it look fabulous in the window.

Life-size Nutcracker_unpainted

Life-size Nutcracker_unpainted

Painted Nutcracker

Painted Nutcracker

Nutcracker in the window

Nutcracker in the upstairs window until next Christmas

For Christmas I also made two new wreaths for the front and back doors.

Back door wreath

Back door wreath

wreath front door

Wreath front door

In January we celebrated Bear’s 6th birthday; this means a hat, and a peanut butter sandwich.

Bear's 6th Birthday

Bear’s 6th Birthday

Woodworking has also kept me quite busy. During the past few months, I’ve completed the construction of a bedside table for my husband, and two new dog dish stands for Bear and Cocoa.

Bedside table

Bedside table

Bear enjoying his new dog dish stand

Bear enjoying his new dog dish stand

Side view of dog dish

Side view of dog dish

My latest project is a cribbage board for middle child. She had asked me to make one for her, so that she can teach her boyfriend to play.  For the board I cut, planed, and joined together walnut and pine (sadly I did not enough walnut for an entire board). Next, I used the band-saw to make the top curve, then I routered the top edge, and bottom. I  printed out a template for the holes. Using an awl, I punched a hole so the drill would be able to grab, and drill down. Two hundred holes were quite easy to do, it was just very time-consuming, but with persistence I was able to drill all 200 in two and a half hours.

Cribbage board before shaping

Cribbage board before shaping

Cribbage board after shaping

Cribbage board after shaping

Top sides of cribbage board

Top sides of cribbage board

Bottom of cribbage board

Bottom of cribbage board

Cribbage board_face

Cribbage board_face

Since I did not create a slot on the bottom of the cribbage board for the pegs, I am constructing a base for it to sit on. The base will have a place for the cards, and the pegs. It will be attached to the top with magnets and a wooden dowel, so it can swivel. I should have this completed in my next class, then it is just sanding, any touch-ups needed, and finally staining.

Until next time…

Bayfront park January 2018

Bayfront park January 2018

Microwaves, smartphones, peanut butter, and sleep walking

For some reason my sleep-walking has become worse over the past few weeks. Besides the usual things like rearranging the towels, or being found sitting on the edge of the bed, or waking up on the toilet, I have awoken in the kitchen after microwaving my smartphone.

When my husband Matt has found me sitting on the edge of the bed, I tend to be talking to myself. Sometimes he can understand what I am saying, but mostly I am mumbling gibberish. Eventually I return to laying down in the bed, and in the morning have no recollection of the incident.

I can understand being asleep on the loo. Obviously I have gone there to do my business, and well I just don’t leave for some reason. It is not a good place to sleep for any length of time, when I do wake up, my ass is sore, to be blunt. Toilet seats need to be heated and cushioned.

The other night I found myself in the kitchen. I had filled the dog treat jar (an old cookie jar) with water. Did I turn on the tap or take the jug of water from the refrigerator? Haven’t a clue. We use a butter bell for our butter. I found I had filled the bottom half of the container which is supposed to house the water, with butter. Again, I don’t know why. What woke me this time? Apparently I had been trying to open the jar of peanut butter but didn’t succeed. Now I don’t even like peanut butter all that much, we have it mainly for the dogs. Cocoa won’t take his daily arthritis medicine without a scoop of peanut butter.

The most interesting sleep-walking experience of 2015 is when I mistook my beloved Blackberry Z10 for a heating pad (the ones you can toss in the microwave or freezer). I have been in a lot of pain since Christmas, having done far too much with not enough rest. My pain level was reaching unmanageable levels, so I was sleeping with two heating pads on my back. Sometime during the night, I assume after they had cooled off, I placed both of them on the headboard above the bed.

Next well still asleep, I picked up my smartphone (again something I normally do when walking down the stairs at night, it has a flashlight I turn on so I won’t fall, but then I placed it in the microwave. I can only assume I thought it to be my new heating pad as I entered the time of 2 minutes and 20 seconds – the time it takes to warm the pads up. After about say a minute and thirty seconds, I saw flames in the microwave. My smartphone was on fire! I opened the door, smoke bellowed out, but realizing oxygen just makes the fire worse, I slam the door closed, and turn off the microwave.

The smoke alarms are blaring as I grab a soaking wet cloth, open the door again, and toss the cloth on the phone. The flames are out so I toss my Blackberry in a pot of water, which had been left in the sink to soak from the previous night’s dinner. At the same time the young man and my husband have run downstairs. The young man was thinking he could be the hero, saving us all from a fire, only to find his mother, me, standing by the sink saying WTF over and over. The young man is disappointed and believe what I have just done.Hubby goes around opening windows, and turning on our ceiling fans, in effort to remove the toxic smoke that has filled the first floor of our house.

I cut my smartphone out of the otter box, which had melted just a little. I’m a mess, still saying “WTF, how in the hell could I have mistaken my phone for a heating pad”. My husband takes the phone from me, and removes the back off to see if my SIM card or media card have survived. Well the SIM card pretty much melted but my media card seems to be alright. Matt takes my media card and inserts it in his phone, and finds it works perfectly well. There is some good news, my photographs are all there, my contacts, etc., but I’m stunned by what has happened, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

My Blackberry Z10 after being microwaved

Note: Never ever open the microwave door when there is a fire inside, unplug it. Also never microwave your phone.