What a difference seven days can make.
About this time last week, on Tuesday the 26th, we celebrated my wife’s birthday.
It had been a ‘Mama needs new shoes‘ kind of weekend so we were all still recovering a little from the Sunday afternoon, fashion district on the west side of Toronto, hangover.
By Tuesday evening, we had a quiet supper with family, a small cake from a local bakery, and we’re all the better for it.
A good night sleep with a hint of warmer Spring time weather on the winds.
On Wednesday, we woke to find it a little colder than the weather man had predicted.
Late that evening I received word that a good friend, and fellow musician, passed away suddenly in his hotel room.
Jay Smith was still under legal drinking age when I started playing with Sunfish, some twenty or more years ago on Cape Breton Island. He once told me that he used to sit outside the clubs and listen to all of the Sydney Sunfish shows. Every time I remember meeting him I remember smiling. He would always have positive things to say with an instant sense of humor that came across his crooked little smile.-; )
Years later, whenever Sunfish would get together again, to play an occasional show, Jay would be there, to share the stage with us. The fourth member of the band, in effect making the whole, playing guitar, note for note on every tune we had ever written and to be honest, playing those tunes better than I ever did!
Another decade seemed to go by and I released my album, ‘a boy called fish‘.
I played a few shows in Halifax where Jay had been living at the time and once again, Jay was there, playing all the right notes along the way, sharing the stage and I was better for it.
He is missed by many, especially his two children.
and that was Wednesday.
By Friday, the holiday was here in Toronto with a very welcome long weekend.
The chocolate bunny eggs, the family, the food and the gathering was plenty and good for the soul!
It was all in good timing as I had been anxiously waiting for a gathering with a few good friends and a bottle that was somehow missed a year and a half ago on my 40th.
We cracked a 1971, Metala Vintage, Australian Port.
It was a very good year indeed.
At any rate, seven days can certainly carry you away and then back again, to ‘ol lucky thirteen, the final installment of the Cabinetmaker’s Toolchest series that I meant to post a week ago when life somehow, got in the way.
Well, what can I say?
The screws up through the bottom hold the feet in place and thus reenforce the handle.
They’re silicon bronze and I’ve been using them in boat building for a decade. They’re an ideal choice for this toolchest application and available at any decent chandlery.
The saw holders on the back panel of the carcase are shaped to fit inside two backsaw totes, with long flat brackets that carry Rare Earth magnets. The magnets attract the saw plate and hold them in place on the toolchest back.
All of these tool storage components are attached with screws for ease of removal and are highly subjective to the things you’ll be carrying in your own chest.
I hope this series has been both educational and inspirational, if you have other questions on the toolchest project, pick up a copy of my book, Made by Hand. It’ll be helpful when you build your own tool chest.
Cheers to another Tuesday-
make everyday a master piece.