Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Buddy Holly, born in 1936. He was a singer.
Yesterday was nice and pleasant and nothing happened. I think today's gonna be the same.
So I suppose my next quest is to build another queen-size bed, similar in design to one we've got, because we're giving our son one of our old ones (the one I don't like the design of) for when he moves into his new house whenever that's gonna be, so we'll have an empty room to put it in.
Here's the plan. The stead comes apart into four quarters that snap together, each quarter has two drawers in it. There's a headboard with shelves and a footboard with a chest that both snap on.
All captive hardware, so when it gets taken apart if it's ever gotta be moved there'll be no pocket fulla loose pieces to get lost.
Back when we were itty-bitty tykes, my father made our beds with drawers in them. Unfortunately he made them all one-piece so they were astonishingly difficult to move. So that's why I didn't take any of them with me when I moved out of the parental domicile.
So anyhow, no I gotta start tallying up my materials requirements.
Signs of life