Day 109: 6:24, Fuck this shit... yes I see her playing scrabble on the phone out of the corner of my eye... shit that eye shouldn't be open that far on a Sunday. I clamped it shut. ZZzzzz.... 8:20 Ah... OK that's better. Heather was now in the kitchen, making breakfast maybe... I will let her go with that for a little while longer before I spoil the surprise. 8:50 OK the Eggs are burnt or there is something else going on in there and it's not breakfast... breakfast doesn't take that long. I saunter into the kitchen... Chocolate Cake... ok, I'm good with that. She's debating on what type of icing is going on it and whether it needs another 5 minutes in the oven or not. OK, I will make breakfast, that's not going to be done until at least lunch. French Toast for Lawson and we finished off the Omelette stuff from yesterday oh and the bacon too... cut that up in small enough pieces you couldn't tell it was utility bacon anymore and just threw it in the omelettes. Heather fought with frosting and then set about doing the Turnbull tartan blanket for the back of the couch. We have cake for Lunch and Heather got shanghaied into some more ball out side. Lawson couldn't find the smaller bat... he looked every where. I spent a better part of the day in the basement sorting out tools and cleaning up mess... you say hey Rod, you've been doing that a lot lately, when is it going to be done. To you I say Piss off, I'm getting there... which loosely translates to it's not likely to ever be finished but I'm trying. Boy looked for his bat some more... I cut up some chicken wings and went out the the garage. A few years ago we cut down some branches from a tree on the property. I set them aside for when I got the lathe running. At one point the old neighbours thought it was fire wood and started taking it and burning it when they ran out of their own wood. Some survived, I had it hid in the garage... it was nice and dry now, the bark almost fell off. I found a relatively straight piece cut it to length and cued it up on the lathe. STICK MARK II OK what did we learn with the last one... um, scrap wood is scrap wood for a reason and knots are not our friends. I'm sure a branch off the tree out back isn't much better but it's not like it's costing me anything so... (Have you seen the price of a bat lately OMG) I got it as centered as I could... the little bit of a bend in it proved to be about max it could handle while leaving enough meat in the middle of the stick to actually make another bat from...getting it round was the first challenge. The tools got sharpened... see I put that grinder in for a reason yesterday. It make working the wood far easier. Almost round and dinner was ready. Apparently I think she loves me more because she made me blue-cheese dressing for the wings and celery... and how many cabs for this bowl full of blue-cheese dressing? Zero? Well we aren't going to worry about a place in the fridge to store the left overs of that now are we... then she asked me if it was good enough to make my blog... is this what this report has turned into? Dear Lord. Yes it's good enough but I thought you made it for me because you loved me... you just made it to try and be included in the COVID Report? Oh Man. Didn't matter why she made it, she made it... she doesn't like blue-cheese but she made it anyway and that's the important part I guess. I made her a deal to leave enough wings for her lunch tomorrow if she got me chocolate cake to fill the void. She brought a large piece of cake and I backed off the chicken. Out to the garage to finish the bat... just a bat, not rocket science. even trimmed off the ends this time so they didn't have the marks from where the lathe held it on the ends. gave it a little sanding, wrapped the handle again and gave the boy another bat. Pretty sure this one will last a little longer... I left a little extra meat on it where the last one broke as this on also has a few knots in it but should be a lot stronger since it's the core of the branch and the knot didn't go all the way through. He was happy to have the replacement. Darkness came, everyone fell to sleep except me... so I took a photo of the bat and will leave it here as proof that the lathe does actually work.

The Yeater 2020 Baseball Bat