21st February 2023
I managed to modify the two drawers for the shortened pedestal. I think I got away with it.
I went full bore on cutting down the second pedestal, as I still had the saw out I decided to shorten the two dressers for that carcass.
I measured out the required dimension.
I was puzzled, the amount I would have to cut was much less than the other two I already modified. It then dawned on me that the shorter drawers were the ones I originally measured to check that they would fit in the shortened carcass, so I wasn’t a complete plonker.
Kelli was already well into stripping the white dresser we picked up yesterday. Most of the drawer fronts were sanded and she managed to prime the dresser body.
Several months ago I started giving the dogs any scraps from our dinner plates, because I could be bothered to scrape it into the bin.
Which leads me on to a point about rubbish.
The amount of stuff we throw away as refuse is embarrassing small. Sometimes I feel I should raid other people’s bins just to make ours look good. Since we compost, that makes up for most of what used to get chucked away.
Recycling is another high yield, and America doesn’t seem to be making any progress in reducing its packaging.
So back to the dogs. Now every night, after they’ve had the last piss and dump of the day they rush in to see what is in their bowls. Even Dhama drags her back legs over broken glass to scoff what morsels I have left them.
It is often a struggle to remember to save them anything, especially when the meal was good and there was nothing left.
Then there is an urgent hunt for anything edible, if push comes to shove, I could empty what is left in the rubbish bin, but what would I then put in the wheelie bin?
Another Lifetime to go 