I'm tired. Really, really tired. It seems like a million years ago I woke up.
I taught school. (No pictures of that...it's sort of illegal for me to post pictures of kids who don't belong to me.)
I built some furniture. Two benches. Sort of. I started them at the beginning of the week and am just now getting them done. One is completely done and I'm happy with it. The other is nearly done and is really scrappy. (E are you smiling?) I'm not known for being able to wait on anything and when I decided to build these, I couldn't wait to get good wood. (Tomorrow I'm going to make a post entitled "Wait". There is something to say about that.) The boards I used were not so great and twisted boards don't do much for anything you want to be square. (The result, in this case, is one leg is higher than the rest due to the twisting of the boards in the seat frame.) They are going outside. Do I care enough to keep worrying about what to do about that (i.e...make another bench)? I have all these furniture building plans and they are so much I'm too hesitant to even share my list. (Because, I may not be able to pull it off. It really is a lot.)