Day 1897 I only did most of it.

23rd October 2022

Oh no, Kelli found more bloody furniture. Today was busy enough, with Matt’s birthday, the reassembly of the smoking table, and more assistance for Elaine and her RV ceiling panel.

We had a fast trip over to the north side of town to collect the furniture. When we got there we were met with two fine pieces of mid century furniture. The pieces belonged to the father of the guy selling them, who had recently passed. They needed veneer repair and the tops refinishing, but other than that they were perfect. With a bit of clever positioning we got both into the back of the truck.

The next place we had to go was Kelli’s mother for Matt’s birthday cake feast.

That was yummy, but as we were leaving, Don the next door neighbour offered us a dresser that was in the back of his trailer. It was a classic three drawer dresser with wooden casters. It had obviously been stored in a garage or shed because as I removed the drawers I could see that it had one of the sides chewed away and another had a chewed hole in the floor. The bottom drawer had the remains of a squirrels nest in it, so it had plenty of wild life activity going for it.

Kelli emphatically wanted it, and that was added to the growing stash of furniture stored in the GSF. We must be getting close to forcing her to park her van outside.

Finally I drove down to Elaine’s place to help were with her RV ceiling panel.

She had glued the pieces of plywood together, and the first job was to get it into the vehicle. That was a bit tricky getting it up the steps and around the top, but with flexing and pivoting we got it to the bedroom.

She had ideas of how it should be fixed, but I suggested we mark out some datum points so there was an equal overhang all around.

This required a centre line to be drawn on the board and also on the frame attached to the ceiling. Then we had to take measurements and various places and then transfer them to the board. That is when I realised that Elaine was a little deaf. I would shout out a dimension, but there was no response, so I would say it again, nothing. I quickly learnt that the best way to communicate was when she looked at me, then it worked. So after marking the various key places on the ply I cut small pads that she would have to stick on those places. These would add thickness to attach the metal brackets. I then offered to return tomorrow to do a dry run, just to make sure the panel fitted correctly.

By the time I got home Kelli had made a lasagna to die for, a great end to an interesting day.