Love it when a plan comes together.
We have MOP. I say again, we have MOP. And apparently, the green abalone is sitting at the post office, because it came registered mail. I dropped by the post office this morning before work to just drop off some big boxes that I’d already put postage on. Of course, the drop-box was jammed, and so I popped up to the window and mentioned it to the first gal at the desk and she said to put the stuff over at one of the empty stations. So I did, and I could feel the hate of those in line roasting my back. I avoided eye contact on the way out, not because I was in the wrong, but because I didn’t want to incite a riot. Chances I’m going to go back to the P.O. the week before Christmas after what I saw today? Slim and none. I’ll sign the form and the mailman will get it to me eventually.
And also arriving today was a new book on wood finishing so I can do something with the naked wood so that it looks nice and is protected. I picked up a stool for sitting at my workbench yesterday, along with a few other things: corkboard so I have someplace handy to stick instructions; spray adhesive for mounting the pattern to the wood I want to rout; springy-clippy clamps (that would be a technical term). It’s all coming together. I’m excited. And excited is good. It’s rather nice to feel a positive emotion for a change.
