A continuing journey into the psyche of Carl La Fong, world traveler, jack of all trades, soldier of fortune, adviser to kings and potentates and lover of beautiful women. All opinions are those of Carl. The author is to be held blameless for any death or dismemberment that may result from following any of the procedures contained herein.
"What the world needs, is more geniuses with humility. There are so few of us left." Oscar Levant
Monday, January 28, 2013
I just about finished this pantry door today. The upper part will get a frosted glass window. I will try to frost it myself with my sandblaster and some tape to mask off the word, "PANTRY". After some research, it seems HVAC foil tape works well as a sandblast resist. Stay tuned for a follow up tutorial on glass frosting or on how to ruin a 40 dollar pane of glass. You can see the old cabinets to the left and where I have removed some of the tile. They are getting pretty shabby and it will be a relief to finally haul the last of it to the landfill. The next phase will probably be the removal of this cabinet and building the new one up to the stove. Once the old one is out, I can install the drywall on the outside of the pantry and get it all buttoned up. We will then be faced with buying a new range. That will be the most expensive part of the remodel, unless I screw up and burn the house down.
As I posted last month, I lost my brother, Jeff. His daughter, Jill, had him cremated and is going to keep his ashes at home. In September of 2010, I posted a story of how I had built a cigar box guitar for him. It did not play, but it taught me a few things. Last year, I built another one and it played very nicely. He had it with him, in his truck, the morning that Jill found him. When we cleaned out his house, we found 15 guitars, including several Dobros and some other, rather expensive, instruments. Yet, on the day that he died, he had a simple, homemade, guitar on the seat next to him. Jill decided that his ashes should go inside of the cigar box guitar, I have been given the privilege of designing and building something suitable to display it. After some thinking and some internet browsing, I decided to mount the guitar using a burl as the base. Not wanting to trust someone's idea of what I want, I decided to drive 180 miles to Borrego Springs to choose the right piece for my project. It was, especially bittersweet since we used to camp there, at Thanksgiving, with my cousin, who I also lost last year. After rummaging through a huge pile of manzanita burls, this one almost spoke to me. My initial plan was to face off an area below the guitar to inscribe his name and so forth, but I was afraid that there would be too many fissures and other divots to leave a nice large flat area, so I decided to mount the burl on a walnut base instead and have the base laser engraved. I think it is a nice tribute to a simple bluesman. Rest in peace, my Brother. I will miss you and cherish your memory for the rest of my life