The fourth was an average day around the studio. To me it’s just a day or evening to get through and I’m glad when it’s gone. Seeing my dog Nova cowering under my shadow scared for her life, shaking from illegal fireworks so prolific that it feels like being in the middle of a war is not something I can appreciate. She held her little toy in her mouth for comfort and shook. It’s a sad sight when human beings celebrate war by artificially recreating it.
There may have been a time when I thought it was cool because I was too young to realize what it was really all about. People having an excuse to make noise and playing war. No one is actually celebrating freedom or independence. If they were, it would be more like Christmas than what I experienced last night. Celebrating freedom from facism means peace, the right to thrive and love.
Moving on from my rant we did have a nice day of cleaning the shop for our 10th anniversary of our studio opening all those years ago. What an amazing thing to have been there all this time.
The Communion lady mold came out perfect and opened well. I was able to cast a first piece from the mold with excellent results. Today I’ll paint it and place it on a base with a laser cut plaque.
I also had some time to place the motor and ESC in my all scratch built Aquila Grande Glider. The motor fits well and the center of gravity is perfect with the battery in place. It was a surprisingly easy conversion. Hopefully I’ll finish it off this week and test fly it Sunday. It has flown before as a slope glider so there shouldn’t be any surprises.
Mary cleared off and cleaned up a space for the 3D printer in my office away from dust.
We are clearing out the bay and moving tables and equipment back to make room for our guests and this picture of our beautiful classic sports car jumped out at me. I feel blessed to own her.
Lastly we watched the third episode of Star Trek Strange New Worlds. It was excellent. Enough said. However after over 50 years it’s nice to have classic Gene Roddenberry Star Trek back again.
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