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The sheer surreality of Christmas never ceases to amaze me. Up till the wee hours of the morning playing hysterical cards with favorite people I see a few times a year, watching the more vitally advanced ones fill stockings for their kids, waiting for Mama to get home so we can start wrapping the multitudes of presents we'll still be progressing through in the later Christmas morning...
I just took the dogs out, so I'm awake, but my feet and hands are numb and the street was wreathed in bone-white haze, making every set of headlights (there were two on the 20-minute walk) as threatening as can be, with Hershey leashless... The culs-de-sac were less enticing, but man are there a lot of warm snuggly couches here. And I wish somebody besides annoying 10- and 8-year-old cousins had been here to appreciate The Pouring of the Handle.
We started it. It's going to take a lot of filing and possibly some more melting, but we made a crucible out of a piece of steel pipe, a handle out of rebar, and the bottom out of a steel sheet, to contain the liquid copper to pour in the mold. So my dagger has a bloppy handle (one side of the guard has broken half off, but we'll put it back when we melt some more copper). Maybe we'll fill the holes with molten brass and it'll be metallically mottled when it's filed smooth... oo...
Enough about the knives. I ought to sleep before Mama gets here and I have to start wrapping presents. But I could sleep tomorrow... no, never mind, I couldn't, cause the Wurmy kids will be up and in full decibel attack mode.
I just took the dogs out, so I'm awake, but my feet and hands are numb and the street was wreathed in bone-white haze, making every set of headlights (there were two on the 20-minute walk) as threatening as can be, with Hershey leashless... The culs-de-sac were less enticing, but man are there a lot of warm snuggly couches here. And I wish somebody besides annoying 10- and 8-year-old cousins had been here to appreciate The Pouring of the Handle.
We started it. It's going to take a lot of filing and possibly some more melting, but we made a crucible out of a piece of steel pipe, a handle out of rebar, and the bottom out of a steel sheet, to contain the liquid copper to pour in the mold. So my dagger has a bloppy handle (one side of the guard has broken half off, but we'll put it back when we melt some more copper). Maybe we'll fill the holes with molten brass and it'll be metallically mottled when it's filed smooth... oo...
Enough about the knives. I ought to sleep before Mama gets here and I have to start wrapping presents. But I could sleep tomorrow... no, never mind, I couldn't, cause the Wurmy kids will be up and in full decibel attack mode.
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