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Thursday, November 6, 2014

Sometimes There's Just No Tellin'

what's happening here on the Farm. (Yes. That is is a 10ml beaker. I have hundreds of them!)
Take this evening, for example. I went to lock up the Jager Haus (formerly known as as the 'Bunk House'


which is still not  yet put together properly)
and I came upon this:



What the H-E-Double Toothpicks is this sitting on the table that is the staging area for the 


bar Refurbishment?


It's Western Cedar. We-- that' s Daughter C and I (!) -- have been breathing paint stripper for months. I've rehabilitated an ancient Craftsman belt sander which works like a charm. It's-- the bar, not the sander-- almost ready to move inside and assume it's place under the bar top (see photo above- look for the orange drill, place bar under bar top) which, I might add, I've stripped and sanded AND stained.
Where was I? 

No Tellin'.

~~

"Marica?"

"Yes, Missy?"

"What aren't you telling?"

"Oh, Missy! You silly. There's no tellin' what I'm not tellin'!" 


2 comments:

  1. Looks very interesting! Did you get rain? We didn't get a drop.

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  2. Yes. Interesting. And no. Not hardly anything that last. A smidge this afternoon. It's dry. All that cotton dust is making me sneeze.

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