I cut a tenon in half on the table saw this morning. Then glued the repair onto the wrong tenon.
I'd decided to cut the tenons the fast way: mitred through tenons for the top frame of an àn table, ripped on the saw with a spacer for the thickness cut, which in theory should give me a perfectly fitting tenon right off the saw. Except I forgot to account for the kerf of the blade. So instead of a perfect tenon, I had two neat little offcuts and a tongue the thickness of a wafer. No biggie. Glue a cheek back on, Bob's your mother's brother. Except I glued the cheek onto the wrong tenon (one that had come out perfect). So I had to fix that one too. You know it's Friday when you do stuff like this.
The àn tables are for the Hive Gallery show in June. I've written up the form in the first Benchmark if you want to know what an àn actually is, and I'll be posting some very rough build notes here for anyone who wants to follow along while I reverse engineer the most obnoxiously difficult furniture construction in public.
Mark and Lisa tomorrow for lunch. Childless couples are the best lunch guests — cast-iron excuse to foist the kids on the grandparents. The lamb's been bobbing away for twenty-six hours, the Tikvarnik creme is in its piping bag, and the brown butter ice cream is about to go in the churn. I love these lunches: after a frenetic week it's wonderful to sit down down and break bread with friends. Sometimes it's constructive to take things slowly.