Saturday, May 25, 2013

You know what I like?

I like seeing my wife laugh. I like for her to be happy. She's had enough sadness, only a small fraction because of me, in her life. She needs happiness and, even though I do my best to make her laugh, sometimes I can't do it. Tonight, she's happy, she's laughing and she's in her element.

We're hanging out with some of here high school amigos, and even though I'm  on the outside looking in, it's ok. She's happy.

I love that laugh.

I love that smile.

Sorry I didn't build anything. Maybe next time

 It's my blog and sometimes I only post for laughs. Tonight, the laughs are hers.

Laugh...


Tuesday, May 21, 2013

So, Tanya Got This Idea...

Preface/Disclaimer: I am switching to a new font. It's called Default Font. I had previously used the font called Trebuchet, primarily because it's fun to say, but, it also looked nice. I also liked that it could be seen as a reference to one of the types of chunkers in the Punkin' Chunkin' competition. But, mostly because it's a fun word. Tray-boo-shay, for those of you who don't parle le Francais. See, isn't that fun to say?

Anyway, I decided about 4 minutes ago to switch to Default Font when I opened the Blogger page and, predictably, Default Font was selected. In previous posts, I wrestled with the problem of the Blogger software reverting to Default Font even after I told it that I wanted Tray-boo-shay. I would be trucking right along and then I would look up and realize that the last two paragraphs were like my old student loans. In Default...

You laughed, didn't you? Maybe a little?

Ok, so I don't have any student loans left, thank goodness. But, you get my drift. I would have to go back and change everything to Tray-boo-shay. I decided that Default Font just had too much going for it and that I should pick my battles. So, Tray-boo-shay, until we meet again...

Now, to the real stuff.

I've never built a chair. At least, not from scratch. I did dismantle and reconstruct one as detailed here, but never from nothing but a pile of wood. But, Tanya decided that it would be a good project for us to work on together.

(Preface/Disclaimer Addendum #1-Please ignore the improper placement of prepositions. I write in a style that's a mixture of conversational and correct.)

We have both commented in the past that we like Adirondack style chairs. We've contemplated buying some to use outside, but we just never did. We probably didn't have the money because of all those student loans. But, hey...You want an education? You gots to pay up for it. Besides, once you get that degree and get a job that's directly related to your major, you'll be making plenty of cash and you can pay off those student loans in no time. At least, that's how it worked for me...

But, we like Adirondack chairs. Like this one:
But, if you've ever priced them, you know they aren't cheap. Anywhere from $90-$150. I just couldn't bring myself to do that, so we've never had any. But, we've talked about making some ourselves. Never got around to it, but we talked about it.

Then, she got a book. A book that shows how to make them. She said, "Hey, look at this book! It shows how to make Adirondack chairs! We could build one together!"

Well, I looked at the book. And, I must say that there were quite a few ideas in it that caught my attention. And, after analyzing the Adirondack chair plans, I agreed that we could probably do it. But, the issue of spare time, or lack thereof, kept rearing its ugly head. Between tee ball, school functions, church activities and a myriad of other things that demanded our presence, the chair sat languishing in the planning stage.

Until Saturday.

We actually had nothing planned for this past Saturday. Tee ball is over for the year, school is winding down and nobody else needed us on Saturday, so we carpéd the diem.

(Preface/Disclaimer Addendum #2-Sometimes I coin phrases, take linguistic liberties or just make stuff up. <<<If ending the sentence with "up" bothers you, see Addendum #1)

Saturday. Generally, it's a good day. This one promised to be a productive one, and that goes a long way in making a Saturday, or any other day, a good day. So, after getting up and taking care of the morning routine, we made a material list and I headed to Lowe's. It's about a mile from our house and I know my way around, so it's my go-to hardware store. However, Home Depot is on my way home from work and they now accept PayPal, so that's a big plus, in my book. The bad part of that is that I could very easily spend all my ebay earnings at Home Depot.




Well, I got the stuff (Dave's not here! ;-) and I got everything unloaded in the garage. The book had a handy little cut list that gave a run down of all the pieces that we would need to cut for the whole project. So, I commenced to cuttin'. Tanya read off the list and I cut the boards. There were a couple of miter cuts and she was quite impressed with the miter saw and how it works.



 (Preface/Disclaimer Addendum #3-Thanks to the sometimes cantankerous Blogger controls, you may encounter blank space. Sorry for the inconvenience.)




So, after cutting for a few minutes, we had everything ready to start the assembly process. Looking at the picture, it doesn't look like a lot of boards. Each of the stacks had as many as 6 boards in it, so it's probably a little more than it appears.











As you can see, I have paint on my garage floor. In addition to the blue paint, there's also black, white, green and possibly a couple of other members of the ROY G. BIV family. The blue paint is a remnant of the school lockers I fixed up for Jack's room. I still really like the lockers and I'd love to run across another set.







The first part we assembled was the legs. There's not a lot I can say about the legs that ZZ Top didn't already cover, so I'll let this picture serve as a 1000 word description.
Give me an A!
 So, I did the same thing again and then connected them with a front apron piece. Like so:


Ok, at this point, I must leave out some proprietary information. I could give all the secret details and steps involved in making the chair, but then what would happen? I suspect that there would then be a rash of copycat chairs and nobody wants that. So, out of a sense of responsibility, I must at least keep the visual details to myself. Trust me. It's for the greater good.

Yeah, of course I'm just yanking your chain. I just forgot to take pictures of the back and seat construction.

But, basically, I laid slats across the seat and screwed them in. Then, I laid the back slats face down and put brace pieces across them. Then, I screwed them in. I like the use of screws, as opposed to nails, on something like this. Screws are a little more of a hassle but they hold a lot more securely. Because this will be an outdoor piece, I used galvanized screws for their weather/corrosion resistance. And, while I'm thinking about it, I also used treated lumber which is made for outdoor use.

Which segués me into the subject of lumber, in general. Why is it that it's dang near impossible to find straight pieces of lumber. I had to go on a treasure hunt for boards that weren't warped, knot-ridden, chipped or otherwise damaged. For every 10 boards I pulled down, I probably found one that was useable. Why is that? I know that no two boards will be exactly alike, but come on. Surely, it can't be that hard to cut more than 10% of the boards straight. But, maybe I'm wrong.

I got the seat and back put together, then attached it to the previously revealed legs. When I got it assembled, it looked like this:




From this angle, it actually looks finished and, for the most part, it was. I just did some touch up work like filling the indentions of the screw heads.




I used a countersink bit to pre-drill the screw holes and that allowed the screw heads to fit just below the surface of the wood. Then, I used wood filler to fill the holes and screw heads. Just a little attention to detail. It really does make a difference.


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After the holes were filled, dried and sanded, it was time to paint.

I'll forewarn you, the pictures don't really show the color accurately. It's a light blue and it looks really nice. And, I have to give Tanya credit for picking the color.

But, my problem is with the name of the color.

I used Krylon paint because of its durability. I've used it before and have been pleased with it. Since I was familiar with Krylon paint, I was aware that they have a variety of colors like red, blue, yellow, green and also variations such as light red, light blue, light yellow and light green. Admittedly, those don't sound terribly exciting and I'm sure that Krylon has struggled with that issue. Well, they feel like they've at least licked the light blue problem by calling it...are you ready?...They call it Peekaboo Blue.

Peekaboo Blue? Really?

That sounds like a 1950's dirty movie that's really not as scandalous as the name implies.

But, it is what it is and the chair is Peekaboo Blue. As I said, it looks good and, overall, I'm pleased with the outcome.



















It looks white, or maybe grey, but it really is Peekaboo Blue. I took these pictures at night and I suspect that had something to do with the washed out appearance.

All in all, I rate this chair endeavor a success. I enjoyed working on it and I especially liked getting Tanya involved and working with her. She's a good wife and mother and I'm very fortunate, blessed, lucky or whatever you want to call it. I'm thankful that I have her.

We're planning to make more chairs and I figure we'll try some other pieces pretty soon. I might even let her run the saw. Stay tuned for more!

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Nothing Funny To Say

I wish I could adequately express in words what is lurking in my heart and in my mind. I can try, but I don't think I can do it justice.

What the *%#$@ is wrong with people? Seriously, what could possibly be so screwed up in someone's  head that it makes good sense to blow up random, innocent people? If I live to be 1000 years old, I'll never understand what motivates someone to do that.

I don't care what your religion is or isn't. I don't care who you voted or didn't vote for. I don't care what county you come from or how tough your life is. You just don't go around killing people. You just don't.

I've got problems. I bet you do too. I deal with my problems in the best way I know how and I bet you do too. I have never once considered killing someone, myself included, because my problems got the best of me. You just don't do it.

Like most people, I watched coverage of the bombings at the Boston Marathon in disbelief. I heard the grisly accounts of body parts on the street. I saw footage of the explosions. I heard about the scores of people who were injured and I heard about the dead. I heard about a little boy named Martin Richard who didn't do anything more sinister than come to watch his dad cross the finish line. He never made it home.

I wanted to cry when I heard these things. I wanted to hug my own little boy and tell him I love him and that I'll protect him from things like this. And, I'll do my best to follow through on that, but the world is a messed up place full of messed up people. I'll do my best. Not only to take care of Jack and the rest of my family, but I'll do my best to do little things to make the world a better place. It may not seem like much, but when you have lunatics running around blowing up people, BLOWING UP LITTLE CHILDREN, a small, random act of kindness can go a long way.

There are bad people in the world. Lots of them. But, you know what? There are good people, too. Lots of them. In fact, I would be willing to venture that there are more good people than bad. There will always be bad people, but they're a minority. Thank God, they're a minority.

Don't let them win. Don't give up on love, peace and goodness. I don't mean to sound like a refugee from the 60's but these are the things that we can do every day to fight the evil that lives in the shadows of this world.

And, you can pray. Pray that God, whatever version of God that you recognize, will suppress evil. Those prayers are not wasted. Those prayers do not fall on deaf ears. Those prayers can lead you and me through the darkness.

Just do something. Do something nice. Don't be part of the problem. Be part of the solution.


Well said, Martin...well said, indeed.