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 Having spent the day yesterday sorting through mail and paying bills, and looking ahead to tomorrow when I have my "financial meeting" with my daughter, I think I'm going to spend today on plans for add-ons to the new work benches that the grandson and I have recently completed.

One of the changes we made to the already robust design, which originated with experimental aircraft builders Bob Waldmiller and Norm Howell back in the early '90s--thanks fellas, was to replace the back 2x4 frame rail of the table top with a 2x8. The 3/4" plywood table top is then moved 1-1/2" towards the front because the 2x8 sticks up above the flat plane on which the top rested when the frame was all 2x4s.

If that sounds like a bad thing, it's not because the remaining 2x4s look like a ladder which supports the top at 5 points along the back edge and the 2x8 sticking up provides a curbing which prevents tools and small parts from being pushed off the back of the table and onto the floor. And that was the original intent of using the 2x8 piece, just simply to provide that curbing.

Well, you know that saying, "I'd rather be lucky than smart?' In my case it's, "I'm lucky to be lucky 'cause I'm sure as hell not smart," lol. As I was pondering the next step in our build-a-workshop project, my first thought was to hang a shelf unit for small parts above what has become our assembly table.

Then, as we were completing the second table and it became apparent that it would become our layout table, with its own area and function in the shop, I decided that we should build an attached pegboard for it because it should also provide an accessible place for specialized tools, levels, rulers, adjustable squares, etc.

Because it was backed up against the stair carriage to the upstairs, with no wall space behind it, the pegboard would have to be attached to the bench itself. It was then that the light went on--"Hallelujah Chorus" by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir fades in and then out on the sound track--as it occured to me what a sturdy and accessible means of attachment--for a variety of possible add-ons--our 2x8 curbing could actually be.

As of today, I actually have the design of the pegboard unit done. I just need to do the cutting bills and drilling diagrams for the grandson to use as he measures and marks the individual pieces on his new layout table. And there's not really much to that. He's gotten used to my generic, unscaled drawings which are differentiated by their labels and the dimensions shown.

After that, I'll tackle the shelf unit which I'm now considering attaching to the assembly table. I'll be designing it around the plastic parts trays that I just brought here from the house in the city. The only problem is that I don't want it overhanging the work suface of the table and so it'll mostly be hanging off the back of the table, an inherently unstable design even though the piece where it attaches is very sturdy.

I'm thinking that what I'll probably do use use only the shorter bins which are probably 6" long. If I compromise and let them overhang the table by 1-1/2," another 1-1/2" is accounted for by the top edge of the 2x8 curbing that the unit will rest on, and only 3" will hang off the back. Additionally, the top of the curbing is 3-1/4" above the table surface, so I've not totally lost the area below the unit's front overhang.

So, having bored even myself with my own slow-as-snail-sh!t thought process, it's time to sit down at the drawing table and get something on paper that will hopefully be standing up in 3-D and living color by the end of next week...

LPK
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Jan. 14th, 2012 11:35 am
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Her Nurseliness, as you may have gathered, is the undisputed queen of the casino in our immediate family. No, wait. That's not right. In our extended family. No, that's not it either. Oh, hell, in all of Central New York.

She's what's known as a "Platinum VIP." Which means that the concierge at the Tower Hotel totally puckers up when she approaches the desk to take possession of her complimentary room for the night. "And, is there anything else that we can do to make Her Nurseliness's stay more pleasant?" he'll ask.

So, yeah, you get the picture. She's pretty much the queen of anything having to do with luck. Until this very morning, that is.

It seems that Yours Truly, otherwise known as her dutiful spouse, was recently commissioned to find a replacement for Her Nurseliness's LL Bean quilted down overcoat, which she wears outside for her smoke breaks. Has worn, I should add, with a satisfaction approaching ecstasy for the past four years. And which, given the vicious winds that whip across the university hill, is actually quite remarkable.

Unfortunately, this remarkable garment has reached the end of its useful life. The fabric is worn, the down has compressed and settled, and those prickly little feather thingies are poking through with increasing frequency.

And so it was decided that since she, Her Nurseliness, was far too busy working overtime in addition to maintaining her VIP status at the casino, that I, your humble narrator, should go online and order her a new coat.

Having lived a previous life in the heart of New York's garment district, while obtaining her degree in fashion merchandising, she was well aware that most retail outlets are now clearing their racks for the spring and summer fashions.

So, as she got out of the car at work last night, she said, emphatically, "You'd better order my coat tonight because by tomorrow it'll probably be gone."

To which I responded, "Yeah, yeah, I'll do it when I get home." Which, of course, I did not. I mean, if you accede to every little demand, they'll think they're running the show. Right?

And, as anyone not blessed with this uniquely male perspective would have predicted, they were indeed sold out when I went online this morning to place my order.

Now imagine a badly-aged version of TimTaylor sitting at this very keyboard with that stricken look on his face muttering, "Oooh nooo," as he tries to decide if filling the voids in the old coat with polyurethane expanding foam will get him out of THIS jam.

Quickly deciding that rehabbing with foam insulation will be "Plan B" for now, I jump in the car and hit every women's clothing outlet between East Syracuse and the maritime provinces of Canada.

Finally, I come to the Town Centre Mall and my absolute last hope, the LL Bean outlet store. And, as I'm getting out of the car, I'm saying to myself, "You KNOW that you'd have to have the kind of luck that NO human being has EVER had..."

Still, there's that nagging sense of obligation to deal with, not to mention the fact that I've totally screwed up, so I walk inside and approach the half dozen or so lonely racks of leftover seasonal merchandise.

And there, hanging in the last 12 inches of the very last rack, is Her Nurseliness's new LL Bean quilted down overcoat. And it's priced at an amazing $70 off the online sale price.

Which, I'll explain to her, is precisely why I waited until this morning to purchase her new coat. Because if there's anything Her Nurseliness loves more than staying warm, it's getting a bargain.

The lesson being, if you're a halfway decent liar, who needs luck?

LPK
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