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Update At And no, it's not a pen.
Yes, my friends, perfume (or cologne, I'm not biased, though the packages were) spritzers. In the right-most picture, you see the business end. The pump is on the top end of a glass vial (which is refillable, easily, using the included accordian syringe which does not photograph well). They are refillable, as noted above, and can be used with different perfumes (though not at the same time, unless you want to create your own mixture, I suppose) simply by cleaning well with rubbing alcohol (squirt a little through the spritzer, too). I can do these in slim (see left) or wider versions (see right). I cannot do these in acrylic, dymondwood, cocobolo, or frankly right now anything other than oak or walnut - or Tiger Maple, which is, frankly, very unforgiving at this size. The "narrow-form" spritzers are $30, and the wide-form spritzers are $40. I am not doing any more in the "pink ivory" wood - mostly because I was an idiot, and didn't realize when I made that one (back around Christmas Time) that the wood wasn't cold - it was green. Which means wet, which means shrink, which means, um, yeah.
[Link] Yes, ouch. On to pleasanter topics. And this is one place where the loss of an hour of sleep would, indeed, be a pleasanter topic than my hind parts. You're welcome. Next week we'll join the British Empire in going back on Daylight Savings time. Spring was always the worst, for me. I'd lose an hour of sleep which I typically can ill afford, and then, when I was working with Timeclocks and such, the inevitable "well, I forgot to adjust the clocks, so how do I do that?" At this far a remove, the best I can probably come up with is "well, um, your employee punched out on a clock that was an hour early - so there's no adjustment in time there. You merely need to send the DSC (Daylight Savings Change) to the clocks to happen when there are the fewest number of people working, explain to your employees that the clock will be off an hour until then, and their pay will be properly accounted for, and all is well." Spring was usually easier than fall. In the fall, employees would work the same hour twice (or I'd sleep the same hour twice, which I much preferred). Which meant they needed an extra hour's credit, usually (most organizations ate the one-hour overtime, if there was any), and caused great disruption for the poor payroll person. Which made it nice that we could send the DSC down up to six months in advance. Some of my ... more consistent customers, we'll call them, would get calls starting in June and July. "Go ahead and send it down now. No, if it's already been sent once, it won't hurt - it's only a simple switch that's hard-coded for one hour, forward or back. If you send it sixteen times, you won't go back sixteen hours - you'll only go back one." Then I kept a close watch on service calls, because if we had to dump or replace a clock for any reason (thunderstorms with lightning, when striking steel-pole buildings, can cause all manner of havoc with electric/electronic devices), the change would have to be re-sent. Oh well. CYA, as usual. YMMV, and assorted other acronyms. And I see (he said, after setting up the week) that we'll cross that dreaded Loof Lirpa day this week. I'm not much of an April Fooler. I think I peaked some years ago,when we managed to apparently fill a manager's office with styrofoam peanuts. We actually used some plastic to make an envelope of plastic, filled with peanuts, and then taped it to the doorframe in his office. As the windows in there were non-working, we ended up tugging the bottom portion in place and leaving it there. The man was quite-nearly livid, thinking his office had been filled with peanuts and sealed. Oh well. The best one I'd ever pulled was jerking my new boss around when I was in retail. I'd been promoted to store manager, and had plenty of problems to fix. He told me to do whatever it took, and he'd sign off on the bills. So I sent him an e-mail thanking him for allowing me to order that nice fancy walnut desk from the Dayton's (now Marshall Fields) Home Store, and that $1200 was a lot for a desk, but I was glad he thought I was worth it, and he could see it himself - in a couple of weeks - when it arrived. Truck freight extra. Then, I added the killer. "You did check the date on this, didn't you?" His secretary called me, reading me the riot act, until she hit that last line, then burst out laughing. "Oh, that's good. I'll leave it for him. You WILL get a call." Not ten minutes later, he called. I don't think he stopped to breathe for five minutes. All I was able to say was "No" - as in "can you cancel the order?" - no, I hadn't actually placed it. I finally had to say "did you read the entire e-mail?" "Oh. oh. Sh*t. You @~$%%@~~~#@. You got me. I'm watching you." He was laughing when he hung the phone up. I do think it made him a more careful reader. And we got a cap on office supply expenses. Weird how that works.
[Link] My friend's also in the Army Reserves. He was literally the next unit in line to be activated before they stopped calling them up during "Gulf I". Since the September 11th terrorist attacks, he's been called up and shipped overseas at least once (I know where, but I'm not telling you), called up a second time and shipped to Georgia for several months, only to be told "well, I guess we don't need you", then sent home - and before he could even get out of his camo gear, he was reactivated and spent a year locally unsure as to whether or not he'd be shipped out, overseas, or not. About two weeks ago, he was de-activated. Told to stand down, he was done. If I remember correctly, he has about two more months to go before he hits his twenty years. He was looking forward to that retirement. Now he's got even more reason. After spending a majority of the last 18 months on active duty, he's been reactivated - this time, for a year. And he's being attached to a unit elsewhere, and while he doesn't know where he'll end up, the composition of the unit and their MOS likely means that he will not be sitting stateside on some base, dealing with and fixing equipment (I know what his MOS is, but I'm not comfortable telling that part, either). He's not complaining. He says it's the price he pays for the opportunities he's had. And I understand that. What I don't understand is why someone who has lied, who has deliberately falsified information, and who has used perhaps the single most horrific day in the last hundred years to further his own personal agenda has not been arrested, placed in jail, and placed on trial. Consider the following - a CEO of a company retires. The new guy comes on-board with some pretty good ideas. He gets working, then there's a problem - a major business problem, which causes him to shift all of his priorities. He goes before the board. "Gentlemen, we're in the fight for our lives. I propose that we use all of our assets to succeed in this fight." He starts a carefully-planned campaign against one of his rival firms. At first, everyone's in favor of it - the stock price zooms up, the company does well, it starts to recover. Then he picks another rival. "They were working with the first bunch." Other companies pull back - they've not seen the information. "They're also doing industrial espionage. They've been doing it for years!" Some buy in, others do not. Some firms go along, simply because they need the sales, and they don't want to alienate their client - especially if that client might be right. He demolishes a second firm - then discovers that he's got to take it over, because it's a necessary supplier. After looking through the books and documents of this firm he's now acquired, it is clear that many of his assumptions were wrong. Some were right - the firm had cheated on overtime, and some workers were underpaid. Some were patently false - the research on live unwilling humans in the basement of some lab - no, not done. Others were inconclusive - the new product infringed upon someone else's patent didn't actually exist. The stock price sinks even lower than it had. The sales drop to nearly nothing. The firm, once very well respected by peers and an example for the industry, is now the prime example of all that is wrong. Yet the "new" CEO is standing tall - because in his mind he did the right thing. Isn't that a definition of insanity? "If you can keep your head, when all about you are losing theirs, clearly, you don't understand the problem." My friend has two young children under the age of four at home - and a stepdaughter in High School. We've got many friends who are active and away from their families, and while we appreciate their willingness to serve, and appreciate the job they do, I think we owe it to them to have a commander in chief who will never again squander their lives uselessly. Sure, Saddam was an evil man, and certainly, we'll be better off without him - as will a majority of the Iraqi people. Between irresponsible behavior, deliberate falsification, and outright lying, this President doesn't deserve to command these people. I, for one, applaud his avoiding contact with anyone who has lost a family member in this particular edition of service to our country - no one likes a coward, especially a lying coward. |
Update At 2200 I'm getting good at playing the ass, though.
[Link] Our president has a lot of friends in oil companies, right? You CAN see where I'm going with this one, can't you? I guess I'm just a stupid businessman. I'd buy low, sell high, and if it was something called a "strategic reserve" I'd shop around - and avoid pissing off my suppliers until I thought I had enough of a reserve to be comfortable. This, again, is why I'm not President. Yes, that would be the part about the brain actually being installed on me.
[Link] The University of Minnesota Gophers Women's Hockey Team won that version of the sport's final four - in other words, national champions. Tonight, the Basketball team made it to the final four. Considering the men's team this year spent much of the time on the floor saying "oh, look, pretty orange ball bounces!" the ladies are upholding the honor of the athletic department. Well, that's not entirely true - the Men's hockey team made it to the final four before getting bounced - by the University of Minnesota-Duluth. Yeah, keeping it in the state.
[Link] I suppose I'm not the most impartial of observers when it comes to the whole outsourcing debate. To review - my most recent full-time W-2 job was lost to a fine combination of bad timing, bad moves on the business level, and the ability for my employer to find inexpensive developers, testers, and benchmark-ers - overseas. Viet Nam, specifically. But I do understand that there is a potential for gain when certain jobs are outsourced. The problem is that we're not prepared for it. In this country, formal education is expected to stop for most of us somewhere between the end of high school and the end of college. Some number go on to get graduate degrees - some get doctorates. Some pursue careers which require extensive study. But there's a bit of a problem. I spend plenty of time reading about this, that, and the other in the technology field. I spend lots of time trying to keep my skills current, or nearly so, in the real world. Yet there's no real "continuing education" method for many people. I've looked into night classes, courses, and the like. I can spend $3500 or more for a week, and become an MCSE. In theory. Or, as we called them back when high schools were turning out CNEs, "paper MCSEs". I've long believed that a walking encyclopedia would be useful in certain situations. Rarely, but those situations do occur. The key is not in knowing everything, but in knowing which parts are particularly appropriate and useful in this area. For example - your browser fails to pull up a web site. Do you
Sadly, I had to stand by once while an executive of my acquaintance did exactly that. Ripped on the site owner, the hosting provider, the ISP, his own network provider, and then he started in on me. I'd been on the carpet with this fellow before, and was well-acquainted with his foibles. I let him go until he ran out of steam, reached forward, unplugged the network plug from the fax jack (not my fault, I would have wired his office with phone jacks SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE he was in the habit of moving things around, and left the rest of the office all Cat5 - but used a different color for each jack, so I could tell them "Plug the phone into the Blue one"), and plug it into the computer jack. All part of the job. So, where was I going with this? Oh, yeah, education. Our society tends to look askance at people who "go back to school". "Good for you" they say - and snicker. "Can you believe he's still trying?" Yes, yes I can. But why is it such a surprise? Better yet, here's a thought. You work for five years, say, and then you can have a year's "education credit" - said credit is for six months of classes. Not "college" classes, like where you have two, maybe three classes a day, and that's it. No, we're talking 8-5 in the classroom. Part of it, obviously, would be lab work or something similar. A week or so of assessment and study skills review, then you jump right in. You spend six months learning something new. Then, you roll over and spend six more months teaching it to the next group. Yes, you can - the very best way to learn is to have someone question the knowledge you think you have. You make it your own the hard way. Then you go back to work. Perhaps to a promotion? I dunno - but you go back to work. In the mean time, what about your family's economic situation? Well, that's the other part. I figure that a program like this - where we're talking about is 10%. You work for five years, you learn for twenty six weeks, you teach for twenty-six weeks. Let's do the math, shall we?
40 hours a week x 52 weeks x 5 years = 10400 hours of work How will we pay for it? Well, here's where it gets fun. Let's look at colleges. Most colleges have very, very expensive campuses and buildings and the like - and soak you for every cent they can get, because they know they've only got four years for you to pay any sort of direct costs. Once they hook you, though, they know that they can come back and say "remember all those wonderful times? Well, we need your money to make it work for others." Hooey. Let's do this. First, we take the federal department of education and dump it, lock, stock, and barrel. We take the money that had been allocated to it and start a new "department of education." It has three missions.
And we cap the total employment for each group. For the first group, they get a person for each congressional district in the country - plus four more people for that state. For the second group, one person per accredited college - the accreditation process pays for that person to monitor the college's program. For the third group, no more than five hundred people. For the administrative overhead, we add one hundred people. Yes, that's probably several thousand - but a lot less than they have now. We'll save a couple billion there. Not enough, but that's ok. It's a start. The rest of the money will be fairly easy to come by. We'll need to hire more teachers, for starters. No, not "teacher" teachers, but people who've done real-world work. One of my best professors in College was a guy who, as CEO of a data subsidiary for a large local bank, knew plenty of ways to screw up - and while we had to cover the readings and case studies and write papers for class, most of our class time was spent with him telling war stories that illustrated the practical aspects of the problem. My marketing prof was the same way. My HR prof was more theory than practice - which is probably why I ended up changing my original preference for Human Resource Management to Computer Science (they'd just changed the major from "data processing" a few years before). Anyway, money - we hire more teachers, they need to be paid, right? Well, if they're getting paid, they'll need to pay taxes. Done. But how, I hear you ask, will they be paid? A tax on reading. Well, reading materials, anyway. First, we tax ISPs and other people who provide access to the internet. It's gonna be huge, though. A whopping 1%. Then we attach the same tax to books, periodicals, computer software, DVDs, anything with a printed word you are required/expected to read. Yes, that includes menus. No, not in restaurants. I know, what about a book of instructions that come with something? No. If the primary product is to be read, then it gets taxed. If the product comes with something that needs to be read to make it work (whether it's a manual for a game, a lawnmower, or a computer), it doesn't get taxed. That's a 1% tax on everything - newspapers, magazines, tabloids, DVDs, computer software, books, and ISPs. Why? Because it makes more sense than raising taxes on everyone 10%. So now you've got this income coming in. We'll take Joe, for example, who is a local landscape architect. He sorta fell into the job because he liked to lay sod. Joe works for five years at this job, and decides to go take a class on Botany. Joe submits his application (on-line) to the New Dept. Of Ed. - within 48 hours the computer automatically scores Joe. He finds out yes or no right away. Since Joe has tax records showing he's been working for landscapers and/or landscape architects for the last five years, the computer signs him up. It also signs him up for the six months of income replacement for his classes. However, if Joe fails to show for the class, he does not get reimbursed for that day. At the end of six months, Joe knows a whole lot more about botany than he did before. He's got some good new ideas for plants and plantings and how they'll work. He completes the course, and the computer blerts at him. Time to decide if he's going to teach for six months. Joe can say no. Joe will then have to go back to his employer and go back to work. Joe's tax rate for the next five and a half years would be 3% higher than his co-worker Mike, who did teach. Joe decides, though, that he can use his real-world experience to make the class more alive for his students. So Joe signs the papers. Electronically, of course. Every day he shows up, he gets a deposit to his bank account. He's getting paid as a teacher! Finally, Joe's year is over. He goes back to his old job - and replaces Fred, who leaves for his year. Joe takes a week to pick up the new procedures around the place, then starts teaching Mike and Steve and Archie and Chris the new tricks of the trade. Fred, though, has had it. Fred has worked in Landscape architecture for nearly thirty years. His back is shot, his knees ache, and if he ever sees another Chrysanthamum, he's going to go all Carl The Groundskeeper on it. Fred has decided that he really wants to spend his golden years being a medical transcriptionist. He's taken the test on-line, and knows he's qualified. He also knows that he's going to have to work hard. But he's applied, and he's accepted. He's paid the fee and will start the training. Two months into it, Fred's really struggling. Fred's not going to make it - the aptitude is there, but the skills aren't honing up as needed. Fred has an option - he can go back to landscaping, and in three years try something else. Or he can apply for retraining in a different field, because his is a field that needs younger men. Fred applies for retraining. Turns out Fred's got an aptitude for history. And teaching. Four years later, Dr. Fred, with an aptitude for plants, is teaching history. There are obvious loose ends here. What if you're promoted into a different field? What if your employer goes belly up - or is merged into oblivion, like mine was? I think it would be smarter to go that route than "well, yer on yer own, goodnight" and leave it at that.
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Her husband was a reporter.
Her husband was following a story.
Her husband was in a very dangerous place.
Her husband was a reporter, following a story, in a very dangerous part of the world.
This is why they have life insurance - and people who do stupid things pay more for life insurance than the rest of us. If Mr. Pearl doesn't have insurance, she might want to turn to the Journal, who employed Mr. Pearl.
But seeking compensation from the 9/11 Victim's Fund is just wrong. He did not die from a plane striking a building - or the ground. He died because he was a reporter, following a story, in a dangerous part of the world. It's sad, but it was also something within his control. He didn't have to follow the story.
The firemen carrying hoses, the people trapped above the flaming floors, the people smashed flat by falling debris - they had no choice. They were just going to work on a sunny Tuesday morning in New York.
Now, I gotta go shine shoes. I have an interview tomorrow... Prayers, good thoughts, and positive cheese would be most appreciated about 10 am tomorrow, CST...
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Update At 1405 The saddest part is that this is my job. Seriously. It's a jack-of-all-trades position where you can hop in and make an impact. It would be #2 in a 3-person IT department for a firm which is primarily engaged in the hospitality industry. Yup, three people to support about 5000 in several hundred locations nationwide. I could do this job - and do it well. Lots of user support and interaction, lots of "fix this, then that" stuff. It would be a chance for a lot of variety in a lot of areas - a chance to REALLY stretch. I just don't know if I'll ever get the chance. I think I blew the interview. I left there with so many things unsaid - and so many of those telling questions unasked. You know the ones. When I was a kid, I would get so worked up over a major event that the inevitable letdown would be absolutely crushing. So when a big event came along, I would deliberately focus on an event PAST that one to avoid the disappointment. It worked, after a fashion. Today, after I did the interview, I stopped into a Woodcraft store to look around. Good choice. Their choices in wood blanks aren't nearly as broad, but I did find some other pen models, which I may just go ahead and get - if you like Click pens, for example, I think I found one that might work. Something else to look into, at any rate. And I'm today reminded of an old Tee Shirt. In my travels this morning, I'd seen that one of the SuperAmerica stations had already jacked their gas price up to 1.799 - which was actually a fairly nice surprise, as there was a refinery fire here locally which shut down one of the local refinerys - so I was expecting that $1.899 wouldn't be a shock - after all, these greedy scum-sucking bastards do have us over a barrel. But after I saw that, I hit a station near home that was selling for $1.639. Yeah, I still paid $28 to put gas in the car, but it beat the heck out of $30.73 for the same amount of gas. Oh, that Tee Shirt?
[Link] Fine - are they prepared to accept the same laws governing discrimination? How about OSHA? I can't imagine that guns would continue to be available to anyone in uniform after OSHA got done with them. I think that if a person wants a military career, they'd damned well better be intelligent enough to find a recruiter - or a way into one of the service academies. I hardly think that a couple of guys in uniform, standing behind a $3,800 folding table (built to military specifications, of course) is going to suddenly cause a Harvard student - or any other college student - to say "yes, of course, the military life for me!" But this is congress that's getting involved, here, so we can take reason and logic and all manner of coherent thought and discourse and toss it right out the window.
[Link] Found out today that Ann won a lottery at work. Friday we shall bring home a computer with flat-panel display - $50. I figure another $20 for keyboard, mouse, and so forth, and we'll find out if we've got something useful. Well, we know the hardware works. It would be nice if this was the beginning of our luck changing... |
Update At ? It utterly fascinated me. Primarily, I think, because it was math, without the correct answers. You built models, you guessed a lot, and in the end, what you came up with was about as useful as a weather forecast two weeks ahead, far less publicized, and about as useful. Sadly, I didn't pursue it. Today, I could just pull numbers outta my ass and claim credit for whatever I wanted. Take this sorry example of forecasting.
What we have here, he said, is clearly a failure to accomplish jack-diddle. The chart, which I built partially from numbers here and partially from numbers I dug up elsewhere, shows the jobs performance of the Bush Economy over the last 15 months. And how well the economists predicted it would do. In the "Expected" column is the economist's guess - obtained, it seems, from having an inebriated chimp tossing a frigging dart at a stack of numbers. The second column, "Actual" is the number of jobs created (or usually lost). The third column, "Needed" is the number of new jobs needed each month to maintain - not increase, simply maintain - the unemployment rate. Oh - wait a minute - once you've been out of work for six months, you're no longer unemployed. You're not even a statistic - you're just dropped. The fourth column, "Needed To Date" (NTD) is the total number of jobs needed since December 2002 (when I'd been laid off a full five months before). The next column is "Actual To Date" (ATD), or the number of jobs the economy has lost EXCLUDING NECESSARY GROWTH. In other words, the economy's actual performance - if all the jobs lost had come back, then that column would total zero. Obviously, it doesn't. The final column, "NTD + ATD" is the total number of jobs needed to maintain the employment rate, plus replace the jobs lost. Or in other words, since December 2002, this economy is about 2/3 of a million jobs under where it needs to be. And these people pick up big paychecks for guessing like that. Sheesh. |
Update At 2310 "Daddy? I don't feel good. My stomach is bothering me." Okay - there are five or six kids out sick in her class, a couple more leaving early for next week's spring break - yeah, she wasn't doing too well yesterday, either. Okay. I picked her up, ran to the bank to drop off the deposit (good thing - the check for the cookies themselves was written yesterday), and then to Rockler for supplies. I'd looked closely at the shelves, and couldn't find it, so I asked one of the fellows behind the counter. "Do you have an 'R' drill bit?" "A what?" "An 'R' bit." We discussed the need, and then he conspiratorially whispered "you might want to try Woodcraft." Great. Another stop. So I checked with Rhiannon, who was improving as the time passed (stomach sick - one of the very, very best excuses I'd ever used to get out of a test or anything). So I decided to "risk" the dash to Bloomington. On the way up, we chatted, and she was improving - but she also was regretting missing the day. Couple bits of homework hadn't been properly discussed (she had to pick "famous historical midwest people" from Google for some reason. So, after some thought, I plucked out a list from my head.
Well, she wasn't particularly specific. After that there was great concern that a permission slip and check hadn't been turned in (I think we can still do it this afternoon), and then the admission "well, yeah, we have a math test, too, in fractions. I'm getting better with those." Lets hope. Good news is that I just got another order for a pen - and this one is special. The woman said "I'd like to spend this much, it's for a young man who is graduating high school - and getting his Eagle Scout. I want something special - but I don't know what." Sorry, ma'am, but I'll take the money, and then go to work. I've got an idea, which may or may not work out - Red and Blue burl, with a white corian accent (with red and blue flecks in it). I'm thinking that would work nicely. Besides, it's for a fellow Eagle. |
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Update At ... er, 2420? Got the taxes done yesterday, which was a bit like having the life sucked out of me - through the gap between my toe and toenail. Pick a toe, any toe, it matters little. So that left me feeling like I'd been run over by a pavement roller. I've also been directing nearly ALL of my creative impulses - writing, mathematical, and otherwise - into proposal writing. I've got to write two proposals - one for the office-supply firm, and another for a nearby jewelry store. The third pending might be for a nearby chocolate-and-gifts store. No, I'm not going to ask to be paid in chocolate - though if the business does take off and I can make enough money from other sources, damned straight I will. Last night's clock adjustment didn't help much - I'd fallen asleep earlier, but Ann came to bed somewhere between 2:30 and 3:30 am - I'm not sure exactly when. I ended up waking up, and my stomach was still fighting the battle of the taxes - you know, the little knots are all tied and ready to go to war - over what, who knows. After going back to bed at 4:15, I was up again around 8:45 - but crashed out again until 11:20 - which means we missed Palm Sunday. Oops. So, to make up for it, we read the Palm Sunday reading (but not the passion) from the bible, and then did our errands for the day - a stop at the drug store, picked up the last bits for the new pen orders, over to the grocery store for "Team Cheerios" - Cub don't carry 'em. Across the street to Rainbow - they carry them, and they're on sale! Well, maybe not. Okay. Back to the drug store for prescription pickup, and then back to home. Ann plucked the staples from the fence where I'd stapled up the Christmas lights (who knows HOW far we'll go next year), and we opened the gate (once we remembered the combination on the lock), and then the shed, and hauled out the bikes. We'll likely see snow once or twice more this year, but it won't last long. Of course, I've glossed over the removal of a broken branch on one tree that had overhung the fence and was right in Ann's way as she was pulling staples. I hauled out Ye Olde Swede Sawe, and hacked away at the offending branch, finally removing it. Spring has definitely sprung - I was practically showered with sap. We were able to observe buds on nearly all of last year's new lilac plants, in addition to the ones we'd put in place earlier - so that's a good sign. Looks like we'll have light and dark purple, yellow AND White lilacs in the hedge - when it finally does grow. That's going to take a few more years, I figure. On the pen front, I've got a couple orders in process, and some nearly done. I did finish off a rollerball pen for Ann - in a beautiful purple burl I found (and yes, it temporarily goes into the display tray I picked up on Friday), which doesn't match my blue-burl pocket tool kit (Xacto knife, phillips and blade screwdriver, pen, and tweezers), but hey, who cares. Pictures (hopefully) tomorrow... I was also fortunate enough to pick up a LARGE block of tiger maple for a good price, which will see me through the rest of the tiger maple pen orders (perhaps for this year), and then we'll see. Other than that, it was an eventful, uneventful weekend. I needed it. This week the kids are off from school. |
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