Been tryin to make a pen from burled buckeye wood the past couple days. Don't know if it is the burl or the buckeye wood or both givin me lots of trouble. Chunks keep tearin out. Been tryin to fill the hole with chips and glue. Gettin to the point where I think I will sand to the diameter I need. I may not be turnin any more burled buckeye for a while.
Checked out Poor Will's Almanac this weekend. On Wednesday of this comin week, the Golden Goldfinch Moon becomes the Rhurbarb Pie Moon at 8:29 PM. I'm tellin ya this so ya can get your rhurbarb pie and throw a small dinner party or have a BBQ in celebration. I still have no idea who figgers out these things and why . . .
Me and the cat, Patches T. Cat, have been goin at it the last few days. When I get up I give her a small amount of kibble. Until the past few days, she gobbles it up fairly quick. Now she eats about half. Then around noon, she wants the canned stuff. I crush her thyroid pill and add it to the canned stuff, but I always make sure the kibble is gone first. I take her to the uneaten kibble and explain that she has to finish it before I will get the canned stuff for her. She looks at the kibble and apparently grumbles about the situation in 'Cat' which consists of cat grunts, groans, etc. and walks away still grumblin. She could be callin me all sorts of nasty things for all I know . . . By about 3 PM the kibble is gone and I get the canned stuff out and she is happy for a while. Not easy livin with a cat. . . .
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