Custom woodworking and art
It was “chicken Sunday” today or so we call it, which is a chicken and sausage bbq hosted by the Catholic Church and prepared by the Knights of Columbus a fraternal organization.
Now let me say I’m not a religious man although I think of myself as a very spiritual person. I figure if R.EM would have eaten this BBQ in the 80’s they would never have lost their religion in the 90’s. In all seriousness the chicken and sausage is incredible and is always consistently perfectly done by volunteers that no doubt have been passed the secret knowledge that has been carried on to the letter through the years. Cooked on long homemade brick troughs all with big steel lids and on the second Sunday of the month they will do aprox. 250+ chickens 150 links of sausage 60 racks of ribs. Robb Walsh the Texas food writer should really come to check it out I think he would approve on both the idea and execution.
I disassembled the old treadle sewing machine and made a new top that I sculpted from spalted sycamore to resemble a boogie board that was carved from a piece of drift wood. Think :”Tom Hanks on Castaway”. What of it? You wanna fight about it.
Garden is doing great so far with the “whatever” method being employed.
Made a blade for the hell of it from an old file this week.
Attempting to turn my old smoke house that has been used as a place to store lawn equipment and other junk into a finishing shop, camp house, place of meditation and drink. A place that will hopefully keep its patina as a badge of its past while being cleaned up enough to enjoy a new future. First thing on the list is replacing the rotten floor ,when it was used as a smoke house it had a dirt floor but somewhere along the way a floor was added and has since been rotting. I was working inside of it today as a rain storm passed and it was so loud on the old tin roof it made me drift off into a cosmos of potentiality for this 8′ by 10′ space. I must adhere to my very limited budget meaning maybe some good old dumpster diving at our job sites for construction debri is in order.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Henry David Thoreau