Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Georg Solti, born in 1912. He was an orchestra conductor.
Yesterday church was the usual crashing bore. Father B preached the sermon in 6 minutes and 59 seconds. (And oh by the way, today is Father B's birthday. He's 67, so he's in his prime because 67 is a prime number.) The choir sang our totally moronic song.
Then in the afternoon I finished sanding all the parts of the queen-size bed I'm making. At one point a squirrel ran into the workshop and grabbed a piece of sandpaper and ran back out again. I have no idea what squirrels use sandpaper for, but I wish they'd buy their own. Top quality Aluminum Oxide sandpaper is sorta expensive.
And so today's quest is gonna be a trip to False Value Hardware for some wood stain. Minwax (what other brand is there?) Red Mahogany (matches the rest of the bedroom furniture), accept no substitutes.
Then the stain goes onto the bed parts. Then, since the weather is cooling down and my workshop has no heat, it'll take longer than the canonically appointed three days curing time before I can put the varnish on.
Signs of life