Random thoughts from the moose cave.

I was awakened by a visitor.

in my house...

the worthless grandson decided to pull a visit this afternoon thinking the place would be empty.

it wasn't.

and he's lucky he was not hit by a shotgun blast...

he sure was white and speechless when I came outta the bedroom with it.

Ima check with smoky tomorrow, but I don't think this was an authorized or announced visit.

also gonna change the locks tomorrow...

it's blerggy here

I just sent Set out to get Thai take-out. I am/was not in the mood to cook anything, let alone anything resembling a Thanksgiving meal. Especially when it's a regular work week here.

that's a very excellent plan

itsa regular work week here too.

laid down plastic filler and sanded out primer runs last night.

got the big stove fired up again.

needa wear a mask for tonight's block sanding.

hacking grey **** we are...

the tail of this convertible was hit high and hard at some point a long time ago.

above the deck lid was all built from bondo.

I cleaned it all out (it had rust underneath, as did everything else) but the budget calls for refilling it rather than trying to fix the metal.

it is just a 3 inch strip below the top.

but it will take 4 or 5 more applications before we get to approaching proper lines.

and the rear fenders are really rough.

gonna be a lot of filler in them as well, even after I took the hammer to most of the deeper stuff that they had filled up with mud.

this is my least favorite part of the program.

fitting I should start it today, I guess...

not in our home office
we're triaging their stuff while working our own heaps
we're already thin on the ground with senior staff as so many people are committed to working on Superstorm Sandy stuff
I learned where a few countries I've barely heard of are

I have to admit, I played morrowind last night between coats.

and if the temps plummet tonight, I may do so again.

I stay firmly at the farm for black firkin friday.

only 6 more weeks until the holiday season is over for another year...

got the shop nice and toasty.

and sanded off last nights efforts. not bad. still many applications from close on the upper tail.

very dusty and stinky...

gonna break out the rear fenders tonight, and start skim coating them. lotsa fun.

just for beth, I'm using green plastic filler, eh...

evercoat.

gonna go take some photos and stoke the fire.

then lay another coat of plastic.

I'll hafta stay up and keep the heat up out there for a few hours so my cure isn't funky.

it feels and smells like a body shop now.

damn dust...

done for tonight.

gonna crash...

Zzzzz.

whoa!

Go Bed!

having a real meal tonight.

anything done yesterday woulda been a poor substitute for a real dinner.

I'll enjoy my pork tips over rice much more tonight without competing with all the lost symbolism...

trying to make myself go out in the cold and fire up the shop.

not very motivated tonight...

did he visit? will he visit?

no.

and mebbe.

I had nothing to feed him. and that half of the place is still piled high with crap. and I'm not verra nice.

I need an assistant. or elves. or something.

speed mebbe...

gram called and left a message that her family has gone back to texas.

I'm letting my secretary take any calls. (just got a wrong number from denver)

not wishing to talk to anyone for a while. mr vw dumped on me about the same time as K.

feeling mighty disposable right now...

Brutal time of the year.

best thing I can do is just throw myself into work.

I feel like somebody when I am making magic in the shop...

6 weeks until a fresh year.

Not disposable, recyclable. :::nods:::

Just makes you and your resourceful self available for others to enjoy.

Any chance of using that shop stove as an oven; maybe with a large cast iron dutch oven like the chuck wagon cooks do? Might give you an opportunity to do some baking until your kitchen stove is working again.

not likely



it gets a lot hotter than 400 degrees...

I just need to buy a thermostat for the oven and do surgery.

in my spare time...

cool
Vogelzang
that's the name of good friends from the old home town
hamburgboy has good stories about the Vogelzangs in the good old days