Men at work (or boys with their toys)

Today Peter and David polished the trike before Peter's trip to Austria this weekend. It shines. Gleams. It is dazzling. My son is on a steep learning curve. Polish indeed.

I took the opportunity to use the scroll saw in the garage while the trike was outside and I sawed and sawed, and broke a blade, and sawed. Then I sat outside sanding. I am covered in dust, have blisters, but have a pile of things waiting to be painted. Good. While the trike is away, I will play. In the garage. With the saws.