I am still above ground. Trying to keep busy so I have no time to watch the news. Managing quite well as I have had little time to get on the computer other than to spend money before another hand reaches out to grab some. Also, the powers that change your PC while you sleep, in the interest of making things easier for you, HA HA, keep changing the way I get my old camera to recognize where to send them. Pictures that is. Even sending pictures to my kids is a chore.
Sawmill is still cranking out lumber as we are in a hurricane area. Going to sell the Mustang soon as there is no more room for my sawn timber. I have been processing hickory blanks for handles, beehives, furniture, clothing (you heard it right Ginny and I took sewing lessons a few years ago and I designed and built a custom shade that is better than anything I have seen on the market, even at $500.) and made many other things I am too cheap to buy. New tools have been showing up at my door as well as sewing machines needing a home and lots of care. Cheaper that building cars and I now have flannel shirts without holes in them. Not to mention lots of ladies that just think it is so sweet of me to make my wife a flannel nightgown for Christmas, including my wife.
In my spare time I have cleaned another 600 bricks of the concrete some idiot thought was a good alternative to mortar, built a horseshoe court, designed and built changes to the mill that allow me to saw more and better lumber, and repaired more things than I care to count. But! I still have not put up the 275-year-old driveway gates, put a new deck on my trailer, etc., etc.,
I will try to remember to get back on the Journal more now that I know some of you are still here.
Notice, to some of you younger Craftsmen, if you let us know how young you are us old people would take less naps: in favor of knowing we have someone out there who is young enough to learn (old dogs can't learn much, space is limited). That means more to most of us than being able to boast about how good we think we are.
Hope to post a few pictures as soon as I hem my wife's dress. It was supposed to be a Christmas present, and I don't dare bring the new tools she got me to the shop before it's completed.
Bobby