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A couple of weeks ago Chris went to a family reunion. She didn't bring me. The gods weren't happy and struck down her deck umbrella. An alternate explanation might be that she left the umbrella unfurled and vulnerable on a stormy weekend. Toe-may-toe, Tah-ma-to. Y' know? In any case that to the left is what is often referred to as the short end of the stick . Umbrella stick, in this case. As you can see, the wind (aka god's wrath) frickin' snapped that puppy like a twig. Actually, I suppose in a way the umbrella pole is a twig like thing so it makes sense that it was snapped that way. In any event, Chris asked me to load up the umbrella into my car at the end of last weekend and take it back to my house where I could have the pleasure of repairing it. Whee! Here's more background, the umbrella was on her deck when she left for the weekend and was gone when she got back on Sunday. The next day she looked around a little and the part that snapped off had sailed ri...

First you start with the toys 'cause every boy needs a few toys. Seriously, it's less expensive just buying this crap -- the whole point of woodworking is playing with potentially dangerous toys! Next up you draw up a plan. You gotta have the plan so you have something to blame when you end up with nothing but sawdust, a few small cuts, a bruise or two, and some misshapen and sad looking pieces of "gluey" wood. Finally toss in some wood and away we go. Well, once I stop procrastinating. Later this week I'll post pictures of my slow and painful progress on this project should I manage to actually get something done. Just don't hold your breath!