Last week Ben and I were on the road with a car in tow, doing our best to keep our eyes open and put a few miles under our feet. This weekend, a different pace. Friday night was the standard PL visit with the crew. Shot some pool; won a few, lost a few, watched a few. And didn't close out the place as is my wont. It was a welcome break from a week of lodge work and a couple days recovery from last weekend. Before heading out for the PL I played with the ETC a bit and finalized some dimensions for the kitchen island so I could actually build it Saturday.
Come Saturday morning I was up and out the door, and spent pretty much the day building said island/bar. First time building "cabinetry" and no real blunders to speak of (knock on wood). Clamped everything together over in the kitchen and to my dismay, even though the dimensions were conservative, the angled sides made the scale appear much too large for the space. Took a few notes and headed back into town after running a load or two of laundry. Made a few modifications to slim down the island visually while Cara prepared for a night out with friend. With the place to myself, I poured a drink, lit my pipe and put on a favorite movie. (Followed by opening every window and running all the fans less someone confuse the place for an Elks Lodge.)
Sunday was bittersweet. Laundry, a couple hours at the lodge making alterations to the island, and a trip to the Humane Society with Bandit, who had passed away that morning. She lived to 105 in dog years and beat the vet's expectations for her size, but she was in failing health the last year or so and we knew her time was coming. People always like to think their dog was the best, but it was tough to beat a dog like Bandit. She would refuse to bite anyone no matter how riled you got her, never chewed on furniture, didn't slobber all over you and everything else and was all-around a "good" dog. Spoiled rotten. She had a penchant for lurking up the street to the neighbor that would cook her eggs and give her scraps when you turned your back, and she'd sit at your side and cry for table scraps once she knew we were all a soft-touch. She will be missed.
Finished up the night with big shopping at HyVee where we ran into both Cam, and Alex's parents. Partook in the manager's Chinese special; lost half an hour ironing, and we called it quits early. Didn't help. We're still totally wiped.
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