Daynotes On A Budget, V6.0

That's me. As in today, I've learned that I should not attempt to go into the HTML edit level on this tool. Ironic, isn't it? 25 years ago I started this whole process by editing my HTML directly in Notepad... But thou shalt not do it here.  I was blathering on in the draft I don't dare go back into about woodworking.  I had stumbled into yet another chance to make a  cooper-topped chest, this time I'm working backwards.  With the chest I made for my son's wedding, I started with the lid, then tried to build a box while avoiding plywood.  This time, I downsized rather significantly.  The current chest will be about 19" wide by 14" front-to-back.  It looks like the eventual height will be around 15 or 16 inches tall, once I finish that lid.   This time, I went in trying to apply math.  There's a way to calculate this lid, and I don't know it.  What I did do, though, was approach it from left field.  I looked at the angles....

I do exist, I am still here, I am juggling bowling balls, chain saws, and small nuclear devices... Not honestly, no, but there are a few things which I need to sit on and not say anything about for a while, because, well, it will affect my financial future.  So I am still working, and I'm working to keep working. Which is to say that something occurred to me the other day.  And it was one of those "oh, hey, remember when that..."  happened sort of moment.  When you get to be my age, that can happen a lot.  A small event or an occurrence reminds you of a past time where something happened and you ... well, reminisce. In my particular case I stumbled across some old records.  Not the flat vinyl things, but some information I had.  I learned a fairly long time ago that computers are, generally, reliable until they aren't.  That is, you may be using a tool for a rather long period of time, when all of a sudden it stops.  And then you think about ...

Today would have been my father's 102nd Birthday.  Or our combined 60th attempt to get through two birthday cakes in one week. I am familiar with that.  My daughter, our first child, was born the day after I was - well, with thirty years difference.  My son, our second child, followed five weeks and three years later. For much of my youth I was a little bit of my father's mini-me.  We had similar interests, enjoying technology and gadgets, and how things worked.  Where I benefited probably the very most was from his wisdom when it came to health care.  Not that my father's parents did not care about health care, but that my father had a fair amount of experience with the inadequate health care of the time.  Being born in 1922 meant that he had to survive a heck of a lot.  He lived through polio, a disease which is usually referred to as "eliminated" though it pops up regularly around the world. For those who have never seen a polio case up close o...