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To: Gauguin who wrote (53048)7/5/2000 4:12:06 PM
From: Ilaine  Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 71178
 
You gonna move the cars out for standing tools?

The cars already live outside. Inside the garage is a cord of firewood - I know, I know, risk of termites, but the garage is brick with a cement floor, and I did'nt have a better place to put the wood when I took it out of the Rover and it seems to be doing fine. There is also mucho yard equipment, and some furniture waiting to be refinished. In other words, it's really a shed, it just happens to be attached to the house.

Do you have a 15" planer? 12"? Table saw? Joiner?

I don't, but I can rent them at the Wood Club. It's a neat place, a big warehouse structure full of all kinds of nifty woodworking equipment, and full of hobbyists building projects, I've seen people making all kinds of furniture, scuptors sculpting logs, people making musical instruments.

I am beginning to think you have Possessionasia, just like Paul.

No, I just have a hankering for mission-oak furniture. Quarter-sawn oak is so beautiful, and I could make furniture myself at the Wood Club.

I am researching estimating the board feet and the price of the wood and it could be worth maybe $4000 retail (2000 board ft., $2000 per 1000 board ft.), so, you're right, why burn it up?

I just learned that I can air-dry it in the garage but it won't get dry enough for furniture use. I can then dry it in the attic, or use a greenhouse as a solar kiln.

It's probably just a wild hair, entertaining crazy schemes runs in the family. Beats walking five miles in the snow to persuade someone not to put his eye out with a fork. (I would have said, go ahead.)



To: Gauguin who wrote (53048)7/6/2000 3:34:32 AM
From: Ilaine  Respond to of 71178
 
There once



To: Gauguin who wrote (53048)7/8/2000 1:36:55 PM
From: Ilaine  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 71178
 
Cat Update. Mama cat has fallen in love with Oliver. This is a big change from her former behavior, which was to attack him like a Nike missile. She follows him around, making musical "whirrt-whirrt" noises, and rubbing herself against nearby items of furniture or the floor. Oliver, who is a large black altered male, now has a rather haunted look, and wears his ears slightly flat against his head at all times. He runs away and hides under furniture, and mama cat perches nearby and whirrt-whirrts at him. At night Oliver either sleeps in Chris' room, with the door closed, or outside. When doors are opened, mama cat comes running up, just in case Oliver was on the other side. When he sees her, I think he thinks, "oh no, it's her again!"

William the Conqueror (aka William of Orange) is a growler. When he chases cat toys around the room, he growls constantly - "arrrrrrrrrr" "arrrrrrrrrrrr" "arrrrrrrrrr". Deep-pitched gutteral growls, the sort of noise that cats make at each other when they are thinking about having a fight. I've had dozens, maybe a couple of hundred, cats and kittens over the years, and I've never known, or even heard of, a growler. Seems like it would not be a good idea to be a growler, as it would make it very difficult to sneak up on birds or rodents, but luckily for him the only things he needs to sneak up on are kibble and toy mice.

Something else new - cat felt. If you put a largish quantity of soft cat fur in your front pants pocket, and walk around rubbing it, it will turn into cat felt. Very soft. The boys discovered this.



To: Gauguin who wrote (53048)7/9/2000 12:44:08 PM
From: Ilaine  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
Oliver is sleeping in my bed, and Kiwi started nuzzling his chest, looking for a teat. He half opened one eye, and rolled over.