22nd July 2024
It was the day of commissions, two came in, one is painting a bed frame, the other is stripping and refinishing an old mid century Grundig record player.
This is going to be a fun job, the customer bought it from a seller on marketplace who had painted it black. It had all of it’s guts taken out except for the radio facia.
I looked on line and found the exact same model in original form, that was commanding a significant figure of nearly a grand.
I also had my hand down a dog’s throat. This is not something I look forward to every morning, but sometimes these thing have to be done.
I was aroused by a desperate call from Kelli, thinking she had cut herself or trodden on something sharp I rushed into the house to find her on the couch with Phoebe on her lap.
She had been chewing on a dog treat and somehow got it jammed between two teeth and partly down her throat. In obvious distress I forced her mouth open and saw the obstruction.
The next problem was how to remove it as the object was a bit slimy and difficult to grip.
Kelli found a pair of small pliers, and as I held Phoebe’s jaws open, she attempted to pull it out.
After several goes she managed to get it out, much to my relief and the dog’s
A chap turned up to collect the coffee table, and I had fun stripping down the desk that we got a few days ago.
I had to go and repair the piece we delivered yesterday. A slither of wood came off as I pulled the dresser out of the truck.
As they weren’t that far away I decided to ride my bike.
When I arrived, the lady opened the door, I apologised for the issue, she then told me that the top drawer would not open. Oh no, I thought, I tried pulling it hard, but it was stuck, I tried pulling it really hard, I thought I would tear the front off, but it didn’t budge.
I got on with the other repair.
Once the new paint I applied was drying I tackled the drawer again. I deduced that it might have got jammed during the moving. I could see two points that looked as if they were the problem, a sharp pull down moved the drawer slightly but not enough to release it.
Asking if the lady had a putty knife, I was able to lift the other side, then it pulled out.
I kissed the floor with relief. I could now see where it had stuck and sanded the area until it slid in and out without problem.
So a successful event, it was now time to return home.
As I was riding along south shore drive I was overtaken by a real cyclist with all the gear.
Not to be outclassed, I turned on the power, I was gaining on him, reaching eighteen miles an hour, when out of a driveway rode a young girl, without looking, pulled right out in front of me.
I had to take emergency action, slamming on my brakes I avoided the collision. She was still unaware of the potential accident she could have caused, she carried on as if nothing had happened. By this time the other cyclist had disappeared into the distance, so I turned my attention to the person who pissed me off.
I was gaining ground, the whirling of the motor I hoped, would put her under pressure and possibly make her fly off the path, but no, she turned at the next turning, damn!
Another Lifetime to go 