Friday, April 13, 2018

Redneck Recliner

During construction of the house, the carpenters taught us how to kick back in a wheelbarrow.

Good Bro-in-Law Danny liked it so much, he and sweet wife Jo bought me a new one as a housewarming gift.

When Danny came to visit me recently, we decided to get fancy and we made wood slats to go in the new "redneck recliner."  Each slat had to be scribed, beveled and fitted, one at a time, so it kept us entertained for several hours and several beers.

Varrnishing all four sides of the wooden handles presented a challenge, solved by these little jigs.
Dan suggested I paint the tub in a cool brownish red called "Caliente," which was Benjamin Moore's Color of the Year this year, but my local farm supply didn't have that, so I got something I like just as much if not better:

International Harvester Red
An appropriate color for a Redneck Recliner!
(Sorry Kenny and Joy... John Deere Green was my first idea, but the red goes better with my rug...)

Between what my mama taught me and a few YouTube videos, I managed to make some cushions to finish off the project. Surprisingly comfortable!

My ship

Danny wasn't the only one to visit me recently.  Old buddy Bruce came down from Washington for a few days and we made a Plexiglas case for the ship model he built for me a few years ago.  It's a 52" long replica of the destroyer I served on in the 60s.  Went around the world in that ship.

The beautifully detailed model occupies a place of honor in my study/guest room.

Gluing Plexiglas requires injecting water-thin glue using a syringe and needle.  Luckily Bruce is a retired veterinarian.

USS Davis DD 937 as configured for Vietnam, 1966

Monday, February 19, 2018

Hall Tree

Latest project: a place for coats and boots just inside the back door.

As Always, the project started out in Adobe Illustrator.

Note supervising dog

Thursday, December 7, 2017

A New Piece of Furniture

Firewood is a necessity in an off-the-grid home, but it's so messy. I've heated a couple of homes with wood, and piling logs next to the stove leaves dirt and wood crumbs all over the floor.

So I put on my inventor's cap.  Here's what I came up with.

The heart of the piece is a heavy-duty canvas bag for bringing in the night's wood from the porch.  Because it's a bag and not just a sling, it keeps all the mess contained.

To make the bag hold its shape so it would slip into my cabinet, I made a plywood inner box that stays inside the bag.

The top drawer holds home-made fire starters, lighters, gloves, etc. and the bottom drawer is for kindling.

Now I need some kind of box for the porch so I don't have to go out to the woodshed in the dark of night.

Stay tuned!

Monday, November 27, 2017

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Friday, November 24, 2017

Now I can call it a bungalow...

A very common feature of the old Craftsman bungalows is the bookcase colonnade. It made a nice transition from the front parlor to the rest of the house, defining the room without using a solid wall.

Since Sábado wants to be a real bungalow when she grows up, she needed to have a real colonnade, complete with overhead beam, side beams, and leaded glass doors.

So I built one.

Here it is

The Beam

First order of business was the overhead beam.  I thought it needed a carving and the house needed kind of a motto, so I chose a lyric from an Irish folk song.

The letters are hand carved with chisels in a font that I thought looked kind of "Craftsmany."

I hired a great local craftsman named Paul Bloomquist to do the "double house" leaded glass for the doors.  He did a wonderful job. You can't see it in the photos, but the glass itself is antique style, with very subtle imperfections and a few little bubbles.



Next Project:

A firewood box. Stay tuned!

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Life in the Country

Living alone in the country means never having to say "Would somebody else please do my laundry for me?" ... and since I'm off the grid, I use some low-tech solar/wind technology for drying.

Also known as a clothesline.

But being a semi-rugged manly man, I couldn't be using some girly clothespin bag... I found me a heavy canvas "Drywaller's bag." Perfect for the job, and it keeps my masculinity intact.


It came with a ridiculously short belt.. obviously made for a (ahem) younger drywaller, so I just belted it to basket.

Bathroom cleaning, country style

Rural Mailbox Incident

This is the view when Molly and I walk down to get the mail.  Beautiful pasture across the road, and the mountains of Mexico in the distance.

Unfortunately, a young local driver was unduly distracted by the scenery, or his cell phone, or (most likely) a few adult beverages one Friday night, when he came around the S curve much too fast and...

He took out the mailbox, post and all.

That tiny black spot in the distance is the actual box, 50 feet into the field.

I went to the lumber yard for a new post, grumbling to all who would listen about "damn drunks," but the next day, a very polite and nervous young man came to my door to apologize and offer to pay for the damage. He said he just came around the corner entirely too fast, and was very sorry.  

Took a lot of guts to make the long walk up my drive (for some reason he parked on the street; maybe it was his mom waiting for him to make the walk of shame) and face who-knows-what kind of rural psychopath lived in that little green house way off the road, so I let him off the hook and told him I was just glad he came by.  Restored my faith in human beings.

The Rural Deer Incident

This one happened in Missouri, when granddaughter Macey and I went back for the annual Rodeo Ride, and the non-drunk driver was Yours Truly.

What happens when you hit a deer at 55 MPH
 We were on a dark two-lane road in the middle of nowhere, heading to my cousins' house from the Omaha airport at about 1:00 AM.  Suddenly there was Bambi in full leap, right in front of us and Bam!  He put the Bam in Bambi.

No injuries except the poor deer, and the car hung in there the rest of the way and all the way back to the airport a few days later. The rental agent declined my offer to walk around the car looking for dings and scratches.

Sadee's annual cool-down bath

In the guest room where I was staying, I found a picture of a house that belonged to cousin Joy's grandparents in 1924.  Did a double-take, because it looked just like my house!

The Big Beautiful Wall

Back at my house, my only crop so far is two tomato plants, which are (hopefully) protected from gophers by a wire basket underground, but were getting eaten by some illegal alien rabbits above ground.  So I Trumped 'em!

Now if I could just get the rabbits to pay for the wall...
That's the news from Lake Morena for now. I went and turned another year older, although I'm not sure about good friend Sherryl's assessment:

Adios for now from Sábado, where it's always 5 o'clock.