My mother visited DJ and me, in April. She asked if I could build a gift box for her mother—my Gramaline.
We went to the lumberyard where she and DJ picked out the woods they wanted me to use—Padauk and Maple—and a plan for the style of box they preferred.
DJ preferred miniature finger joints. I ordered a new template for my P-C jig. It took a while to arrive.
Then, early May came along and … something went wrong with my eyes. My Boston docs told me to stop wearing my lenses until I could be seen. Without my lenses, I’m rather a stuffed animal—cute, but … not particularly useful ;-)
On May 31, I drove to Boston. For six weeks, they tried to fit these scleral lenses on me. Because of “corneal neuropathy,” every pair that didn’t fit … hurt like the dickens. I had to leave them in, though, so they could “use the damage” to guide what to change.
After six weeks, I came home, feeling what could only be described as Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome.
Without much time to recover, or get used to the new lenses and slight difference in vision, DJ and I left for Jackson Hole, Wyoming. She had a conference. I/we had some hiking to do.
On our way back, on August 4th—my mother’s birthday—we got the call that my grandmother had died. She had survived her 11th and 12th stent procedures, but died on the table during an ablation procedure, intended to stop an atrial fibrillation issue.
The next day, we flew to Rochester, NY—my grandmother’s birthplace, and where her family is laid to rest. It’s all a dream to me, now, but … I got home … and thought about the box. I wasn’t able to finish it for her, and give it to her, during her life.
I started back in on it—determined to give it to MY mother, instead.
I really didn’t get the box joints to all be tight. The front two look pretty good. The back two … well … not so much. I should have practiced more, on scrap, should have had better lighting overhead, and … should have found ways to compensate for what required more than my vision could give.
The lid has a roundover profile. The base has a simple 45* chamfer.
I need to tack the box onto the base—either with construction adhesive, or brads through the bottom, or … both.
Then I have to decide how to finish it, and what sort of hardware/handle will go on top.
Timing is everything, huh ?
-- -- Neil