Well, my weekend at the wood shop hasn't gone terribly well.
I got home from work to find my kitty laying next to a pile of poo, apparently something was bothering her enough that she couldn't make it to the litter box so she gave up. I decided that we were not going and we would stay home to get the kitty seen by a vet. Apparently the COVID shortage has also impacted vets too because the soonest anyone would see her was the 20th. Yeah, not gonna work.

I'm also trying to sell one of my race cars and needed to head to the race shop to show a potential buyer. So I sent my wife with the kitty to an emergency pet clinic while I headed to meet "dude" at the race shop. The emergency clinic is so overwhelmed with people who can't get an appointment at a regular vet clinic, so they are using the emergency clinic for literally everything, that they had an 8 hour wait list. They put my wife on the wait list and sent her home, they would call her when it was her turn and she could come back.
In the mean time, I expected "dude" to just be looking, kicking tires. He showed up with a trailer.

Seems like something I'd be excited about, except for the part where my brother had 3 vehicles parked between this car and the shop door and they are all out of town and I have no clue where the keys are. So I sent him home empty handed and we agreed to rerack and try again at a later date.
The wife got the call from the vet clinic at 1am, so off she went. She got back home at about 3am. It seems kitty had a nail that had grown so long it was stabbing her own foot. I've never had a cat this large and everything about her is large. I feel like an a$& for not keeping them trimmed, but I've never had a cat that needed the nails trimmed.
So, after a groggy morning, we decided "okay, maybe we can go." We take our kitty with us anyways and she seemed to be doing good. So we threw everything in the RV and headed out. We were almost there, maybe another 10 miles to go, when I felt like my truck sounded wrong. Something was different. Sure enough.....
Nothing like losing a tire while you have a 14,000 pound RV hooked up.

Small two lane country road, no shoulders. Luckily it happened on a very flat straight section where oncoming motorists would see me with plenty of time. I called my boss and told him to bring a floor jack, then started assessing damage, when a passing truck stopped and the driver said "Hey, we live up the road the bit, you want me to haul it for ya?" Umm, yes please! We dropped the trailer right there in the middle of the road, I limped my truck out from under it and the guy hooked his truck to it. My wife jumped in their truck and away they went. A farmer who lived about a 1/4 mile up the road had seen us and came down on his atv. He said "Just limp it up to my field there and pull in that open gate, you can change it off the road there." I'm telling you, this kind of stuff doesn't happen in the city. Country folks know how to take care of each other. I'm thankful it happened where it did. My spare was already in the truck, so the tire on the spare carrier was low due to a slow leak. But luckily it had enough air to get the truck to my boss's house.
So the truck needs tires, but it's a holiday weekend. I'll limp it home on Monday and we will leave the RV here, then I'll find tires next week.
So, setting aside all that excitement, we decided to just act like normal and enjoy our weekend. I had planned on working on the Diva build, but somehow I forgot the neck blank in all that "are we going? are we not going?" mess. So that put that on hold. I figured I'd route the controll cover cavity for Lucifer, but I forgot my CA glue to do "the trick", so I cant affix my routing template to it. So no actual bass building is getting done here.

I did tape the feed belt on the drum sander back together using masking tape. It actually worked a bit....
....until it ripped the tape apart. I expected it. But man was it enough to tell me how badly I need one of these drum sander things! I gotta get this beast running, we are for sure buying a new drive belt!
Okay, I've had enough fun for one weekend. I give up.
