Metal Work

There's nothing like a good metal shop.  T here's sparks, and grinders and welding machines.  I had the opportunity to spend part of the afternoon in a metal shop this afternoon, throwing sparks, working on a project that that the whole family will enjoy.  I know I enjoyed it, because I was working with my son, who has a metal shop across the driveway from his house.

That's my boy, throwing sparks working on a stand for the project.  I should have had the camera out earlier, but we were collaborating, which means I was holding things in place while he worked his magic.  About the time we decided to take a break, his wife came out to the shop to tell us that supper was ready, so we washed up to eat.  A magnificent crawfish fettuccine, with mushrooms, and baby spinach, and all kinds of yummy goodness.  Then we went back out to the shop, and in another hour, had finished the project.  It's another target for wax-bullet shooting.  I wanted to get this done, because I've ordered the electronics and they'll be in soon.

Here's elder son, and my oldest grandson with the almost finished project.  I'll paint it tomorrow, but the hard part is done.

The strength of my family is that we have lots of crafts in our repertoire.  We've got mechanics, we've got metal workers, we've got leather workers, and woodworkers and flooring guys. Water-techs and cops, industrial maintenance, and historical re-enacting. We do carpentry, and roofing, and there's nothing we can't figure out.  Among the ladies, we've got nurses, and pharma techs, and graphic artists, and crochet-ers, and barbers, social workers, archaeologists, and .... well, the list goes on.  There ain't noting this family can't tackle.

Thanks, son, for the afternoon.  Your old man appreciates it.