Tracing a drilling pattern

This was my brain wave today. I need to remember to do this the next time I want to make a bracket.


Lost street sign gains purpose

Traveling through the desert, one only has to look out your window to find items clobbered and freed by high winds and storms. I found a speed limit sign with not one… But two creases and a cut in it in my father’s reclaimed pile. Ironically, it measured 15mph. A thousand miles away, I regularly bike 15mph. The wind that stole the aluminum off this post was much closer to 60 mph, or the sign was in a flash flood area. Whole railroad ties and telephone poles, and abandoned cabins are victims of flash floods in the mojave desert. 

This lonely piece of metal fpund new purpose by becoming the bracket to guide my parents fence gate wheel. I earnestly hope this is the last time I have to fix it.
I think I measured it three times and cut twice 


Did I measure the piece three times and cut twice? 

This thickness of aluminum is still quite brittle, and I had to deal with a tear. I folded part of the tear into a corner. I don’t actually know how long it might last, but if Im lucky, I won’t have to fix it for at least five years. 

Adding a bicycle bell

The bike bell I had was way to narrow for the pipe on my bike. So luckily I had a small scrap of pipe that I sanded down and pressed into hole of the larger pipe.





This was my Hack Your World moment.  I drilled a hole in the handle of the furniture clamp and tightened it with a screw driver as a cheater bar.



Old Shingles and House Painting

One of the calls. I got from the painting contractor was about my cedar shingle siding on my upper story.  It was not in terrible shape, but the shingles were brittle.  Too brittle to scrape even though they were not bowed.  (Bowed shingles being a sign of expiration.)

Next paint job, or probably sooner, it will be time to replace those with hardiboard.