A storm rolled through last night. As I forgot to take down the tent-shelter thingie on the porch, the storm killed it. The aluminum tubes are still good, but many connectors are toast. Most are repairable, but one of them is cracked in the middle. Time for a puzzle.
I finished up my ball pene hammer this weekend. I finally took the time and fitted the head to a spare handle. After that, a layer of boiled linseed oil. The baby works just fine.
The in-laws were over on Sunday. One of Jenny's cousins had a wedding. We went out to the dim sum place and chowed down. The waitress looked at my order and said, "You ordered pretty normal." That's a complement for ya.
