I Know

When you’re trying with little success to rid your place of stuff and when the stuff fills a double garage and at least one room, with other rooms a bit crowded, you should not accumulate any more stuff, but I can explain.

There was a damsel in distress. I was on my horse. She asked ‘would you?’ What was a gallant knight errant to say? There’s only one thing a gallant knight errant can say in such circumstances:

tally ho!

Knight in the background knows this is mistaken logic

Actually quite chuffed: Check those armrests as drinks platforms:

The plastic furniture can go now . .

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This is made worse as just the day before I was rolling my eyes at my Dad (96) who in one breath was stating his absolute determination – ‘this time’ – to get rid of stuff; and in the next breath was mulling over buying two new armchairs for the room he wants to add on to his house ‘for her (that’s Mom Mary) to sit in the sun as the room will have big windows.’

Right. Alone in a three bedroom house with Mom now in a home, he thinks he needs an extra room.

Our Woodworker

The old man made a beautiful riempie bench, modelled after an old one he bought. He made two, so that along with the old one he’d have three, the thought being to give one to each of his three beloved children.

riempie-bench-1

Made of blackwood; thickness’d and planed; blackwood legs turned in his lathe; olive wood turnings for the backrest uprights; yellowwood inlays routed into the backrest; dovetail joins to hang it all together. The leather riempies were from a kudu he had shot in old South West Africa, where he skinned it and brought the skin and the horns home. Then he took the skin to Marianhill where it was tanned it and cut into riempies.

riempie-bench-2  riempie-bench-3

Quite something! No wonder he wants it back. Here he is with Mom in his woodworkshop.

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He’d be so proud to see his grandson following in his footsteps:

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