Today Uncle Walter guided me thru building the support piece for a balance beam I’d picked up from Calgary IKEA.
Dragging up aunt’s walkway
The balance beam is cleverly constructed in classic IKEA fashion. All but one piece break down to flat easily transported pieces. In order to get it back to Alaska I abandoned the support beam after hacking off one end to be a guide. I did so knowing that Uncle Walter would almost certainly be willing to lend his expertise to fashioning its replacement.
It transported home easily.
This morning I met UW at the shop. We laid out the pieces. I showed him the instructions for assembly, and the bit I’d brought back to use as a template.
Think. Plan. Do.
There was a nice piece of scrap lumber reminescent of mahogany that possessed the requisite qualities. UW ripped it to the correct width. Mark ran it thru a machine that squared everything up. Then several passes thru a sander.
I marked where the holes were to be drilled. Then UW taught me how to use a great big drill press. I needed two hole sizes. I drilled ten holes deep into the board vertically. We drilled five vertical holes of a smaller size by hand.
The beam is composed of five lozenges. Each lozenge has three penetrations. Two receive short dowels, the center penetration goes all the way through and is secured by a screw. So 15 holes across the top.
Checking fit. Readying for center holes.
The four support legs are likewise secured by two dowels each and a long bolt all the way through. Very strong.
Drilling holes for legs
Many holes later, plus rounding the edge with finish router, I’d made a thing. I enjoyed spending several hours with Uncle Walter, asking he and Mark questions. They are both dreadfully competent and that is a very fine thing indeed. It was kind of them to help.
The support beam is drying in the garage. I had a bit of clear varathane from a different project. Slapped on a coat just before E and papa returned from their adventures.
I started E on piano quite awhile back. Mostly to expose her to rhythm and the idea of music. Once a week we troop over to The Music Man and make some joyful racket.
She is fascinated by the different instruments naturally. We also write letters to nana regularly (E dictates and I write down her stream of consciousness). E shared with her nana that she wanted a pink violin. We had been telling her she needs to get a handle on the piano before we start adding instruments.
Well. Nana is a classically trained violinist. I grew up attending concerts and quartet sand practice with her. I adored it. I never dreamt she would be on board with an unconventional violin.
This is what I received in today’s email from nana:
HI – well it arrived yesterday and is it ever PINK! We probably don’t want to know what it’s made of, but it came in a good looking case plus as many accessories she will ever want – extra strings, shoulder rest, awesome music stand… even a gadget to help her tune same, although I can’t figure it out.
After more than an hour, I finally managed to get the bridge in place, tune it up and try it out. ( I kept trying to put under my chin to tune, just like I do w/mine – ha ha. Figured that out – holding it where expected, chin rest comes to my inside elbow. what fun. ) Had trouble playing on one string only at first, & thought uh oh, bridge might need adjusting. but today managed it…. getting used to a fiddle that small. The sound is surprisingly good, but the sound post is going to need adjusting – I don’t know to do it, but can see it’s not in quite the right place. (not urgent) If this rain ever stops, will take same to our violin guru in SR & have him look it over & make necessary adjustments.
P is looking for Little Tree’s Suzuki book, but it’s been a long time. we’ll figure something out.
<laughing>If Anchorage receives x+2 feet of snow and dog owner y shovels 14z+12 cubic feet of snow away from the back fence, then how many d nonobaddogs hop over the previously 4′ fence to the neighbors yard.
Solve for d.
Yes, that is correct. 2 nonobaddogs hop over the fence and tear trails around the neighbors (fortunately also fenced) back yard.
Allie and Roscoe are oh so very pleased with themselves and their adventure.
They were caked with snow. They came cheerfully when I called. I lifted them back over the fence. I thought I’d shoveled away enough snow. These two are even more athletic than I thought.
Any bets on who led the adventure?