I've cramps in my hands as a result of my new hobby. Palm sanders and drill motors with wire wheels attached in use for several hours will take its toll. I'm now thinking seriously of the purchase of a portable table top bead blaster. I'd love to own a nice large sand blaster but its not within my budget, nor do I have the space.
It's hell to be poor.
At one point this afternoon I came inside to wash my hands. It made me realize I need a bar of old fashioned Lava soap. I remember my father always had several bars on hand. It was kept outside at what was referred to as 'the helps sink.' It was nothing more than a hose bib and a bench with an old enameled pan atop with an worn out towel to dry ones hands.
I hated the gritty feel of Lava but the stuff worked.
I skipped lunch today so treated myself to a slice of Key Lime pie and a cold glass of milk. Not the shameful stuff you poor Yankees must eat but the real thing. Southern made, with real Key Lime juice.
Like this -
If you'd like a slice you'd better hurry. The pie must be gone before Sweet Wife arrives home tomorrow, otherwise she's gonna kick my butt.
A friend recently mentioned he thought I'd like a series available on Netflix titled, 'The Tudors.' Said it was a Showtime production. A period piece, which I like...we'll see.