Over the weekend I spent way to much time of sorting out small details. Funny how the smaller stuff takes the larger time. I recall someone telling me restoring a boat to good condition is one thing, to show quality can take twice as long. that extra 10% of work can eat you alive. And yet, that is where the magic happens. At least for me. Sometimes the smallest detail can define a space, or time.
I was able to move the drill press, yes myself. We danced across the floor, twisting and turning, until we decided to stop at the window that was just trimmed out.
I have been moving where the desk should go, right now two large grease cans and a slab of raw cut wood. Soon to be my grandfathers desk and some furniture. But that needs to wait until the french doors go in.
I am trying to figure out if there is a way to bring the railway to Lake Dora for the show up this year. I can plunk the office right down and stay in there and yell at people to wear their masks? Ya, that would work out great. Maybe Sweet Pea can come and run aground in the Dora Canal. That would be fun.. Maybe I will just stick to dancing with the Drill Press.