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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

A visit from my Welsh Penpal Twitter friend

Three years ago, one of my Twitter followers (Suzanne) put out a request asking if anyone wanted to write letters back and forth, in essence become penpals. I figured what the heck, if it didn’t work out, we could just stop writing. Well it did, and over the three years we have become good friends. Now my Welsh Twitter friend who is currently residing in Dubai, is in Canada visiting me for three weeks.  She has just recently moved to Dubai from South Africa, leading an Expat life with her husband.

I’m not exactly sure how it started, either way, I ended up dressed in a homemade tutu (thank you middle child for your assistance), and really bold tights to wear to the airport to pick-up Suzanne aka @Chickenruby. The young man drove me, and stood by me in a very crowded waiting area, as we scanned for the other woman dressed in a tutu. (The young man is very used to his mother’s antics so is quite comfortable standing beside me when I look ridiculous). Dressed in a tutu to meet Suzanne at the airport

Picture of Suzanne and I

Suzanne has been a wonderful visitor to have here, and has easily fit in with the family. She is quite aware that I can only do so much, and need my rest (I can also tell her to ‘bugger off’ if I need my space), so with a bus pass she wonders off for the day to explore.

Suzanne and Bear our dog on the hammock

Bear loves the hammock, so even though he had only known Suzanne for a day, he easily climbed on and sat beside her.

British bunting decorating our backyard

British bunting decorating our backyard for middle child’s 23rd birthday.

Yesterday we had a lovely visit at the Royal Botanical Gardens.

Suzanne at the Royal Botanical Gardens

At the Royal Botanical Gardens.

At the RGB taking a picture

Lantana flower

Lantana flower

Picture of a fountain

How far has your Twitter/Penpal traveled to meet up with you?

I cut the wires – short term memory loss

Last week was a bad week for me. My brain was not working at all. It was all due to fibro fog and perimenopause fog. What happened – the fire alarm happened.

Image of fire alarm on the ceiling.

Beeping fire alarm on the ceiling.

The day before I turned 54, April 9th to be exact, the fire alarm in our son’s room starting beeping, reminding me that it was time to change the battery. This sounds easy, right? Well when your brain is not functioning  properly, this task becomes insanely difficult. First problem, it wouldn’t stop beeping! Do you have any idea how terribly irritating this is, and then you have to remove it from the ceiling, and the damn thing just beeps louder. Alright, it actually doesn’t beep louder, but now your ear is right up there while you are trying to get if off the ceiling which is no easy task.

Image of Twitter conversation on how to remove the fire alarm from the ceiling.

How to remove the fire alarm from the ceiling.

Above is an image of my Twitter conversation regarding the horrible life saving fire alarm, and I did indeed find the largest screwdriver my husband owns to rip it off the ceiling.

What happened next?

Image of fire alarm

I am going to throw the fire alarm outside because of the non-stop beeping.

So throwing it outside did not solve the problem, I could still hear the beep. I brought it back into the house, and tried to figure out what to do. Honestly I did look for batteries in the fire alarm, I turned it over and in plain sight was the opening for the batteries, but I didn’t see it (fibro fog – perimenopause fog).

I phoned my husband at work, who tried his damnest to convince me that there are batteries in this fire alarm, but I don’t believe him. For some reason I am convinced that it had its very own hard-wired mechanism making it beep. (I know now my logic was all wrong, but remember my brain was not working on all its cylinders).

So realizing my husband is no help because he won’t believe my logic, I am determined to stop the beeping anyway I can – and I figure cutting the wires is my only choice. (My husband is telling me not to cut the wires because I would be ruining a perfect almost brand-new fire alarm, I don’t listen to him).

Now I have a new problem, which wires do I cut? Yellow, blue, white? The Twitter conversation got pretty funny at this point, “don’t cut the blue!”

About to cut the wires on the fire alarm

About to cut the wires on the fire alarm

I ended up cutting three wires – the red, white, and blue. The beeping stopped. I was saved!

Note: Even though I ruined a perfectly good fire alarm, which we now have to replace, there are still four fire alarms on the second floor. A hard-wired one in the hallway, and three battery operated alarms in the other bedrooms.