||[Sep. 24th, 2012|07:10 pm]
Really wasn't keen on today's job, sanding the joists in the cellar. Hours holding a belt-sander above my head isn't my idea of fun. It's mostly done. Still have a couple more to do, but my arms ache too much to go on. Tomorrow I have ot move some stuff around down there, finish off with the belt-sander. Then do all the little bits, that the belt-sander won't reach in to, by hand... OH Joy!
Then I have to decide if I'm going to route a Roman ogee as a little detail... Why, oh why! I mean it's a bleedin' workshop for heaven's sake! But sometimes I can't help myself.
My mood will be "accomplished" once this horrible job is done.
I'm up in the attic office and the roof is making some very disturbing noises in the wind.