Day 1980 Doing my head in.

14th January 2023

The last chair has now been started. Stripping it down and finding that the inserts are bonded to the bolts, Ah, that problem again.

In between the chair I’ve been working on a side table made by cutting down a single desk.

I alway find I’m rushing to catch up. Kelli storms ahead sanding and preparing pieces for painting, and I’m left with the more labour intensive work to do.

I decided that the time was right to get work gloves. There are many jobs where I can’t wear any, like using machines were I need to feel things. They will be ideal when I’m scraping and sanding, so Mr Amazon delivered three pairs.

I took a look at the new house that is being built up the road. At $399,000 it seems a little excessive with such a small back garden.

I was impressed with the speed it took to get the structure built and boarded, and I was amazed that the materials were not stolen as the site is open and unguarded.

I expect that the whole building will be wrapped in plastic in a day or so, then the roof will be tiled.

I’m not sure if it’s a thing generally, but I’m not used to putting all the dirty dishes, cans and any old shit in the sink. Then take everything out to do the washing up. It really niggles me, as I tend to do the last wash up of the day. We have a dishwasher, but rarely use it, and to me it’s therapeutic to do it by hand.

But it doesn’t make sense to have to lift everything out, put the cans a plastic in the recycling then get down to cleaning things.

I have tried to get used to it, as another aspect of American living.