Yesterday went well though it was a bit soggy cooking in the rain. The turkey did fine, I was the wet one. I did bring a rain coat and large umbrella that helped.
On the way there I stopped at the boat to try to put a board under the cockpit hatch. The rain was really coming down. When I plugged in the electric drill, I had no power. I don’t know if the rain shorted it or what. The breakers wouldn’t bring it back on. The pump is even down. I had to give up. I’ll get it Thanksgiving. I’ll call Matt the harbor master tomorrow to get the power back up.
To Cathy’s at 2:00 on time. I cleaned out the grill, still had hickory chips from the last turkey it cooked. I carried it up the stairs to near the front gate to keep the smoke out of the house. It worked perfectly as the wind blew the smoke out into the park. Near the end I opened the gate as a guy with a couple dogs walked by. He took a picture of the bird, wow. Good idea, so did I.
Everybody showed up and the party was wonderful. Bird and all the fixings, so good. Conversations of politics (oh no), new movies, books, languages and where we’ve all been. Shelly and Randy gave me a new book on CD, “North Waters” by Ian McGuire, a whaling story I think. Tested today, it plays fine. I drove home in time to feed a hungry cat.
Today the rain quit, beautiful. Cathy gave me the turkey carcass, put on to boil after removing the viscerals and breaking it up to fit in the pot to boil then off. Laundry in, to town.  Coffee at Bucky’s and Safeway shopping for … hmm, pasta fagioli would be good. Instead of bacon, smoked turkey pasta fagioli. I bought some of it, rounding it out at Shelton’s for better organics. They have Duncan’s mushrooms, I missed him at the farmers market. I still have a chayote squash from last week in good shape. I should have peeled it.
Onions, mushrooms, carrots, celery, garden herbs, garlic, the squash, cauliflower I have, cabbage. I picked the bones of meat and added the slices white and dark I brought back. Two cans of TJ’s beans, cannellini and pintos, some mashed. I cooked the farfalle noodles in a separate pan of water and added them in last. A huge batch in my giant dog bowl shaped pan. Wow, this is a lot of soup. A handled bowl full. Oh wow, this is some of the best soup I have ever made. And I have a lot. I filled a large tub and put it on next door Jana’s table, sent her a message, “sounds delish” back. I filled up three pint jars with lids and put them in warm water to boil for a long time. I filled a large plastic ware tub for the work gang on Tuesday. And ate the rest. Yum, this stuff is so good, Smoked turkey bone soup pasta fagioli, my favorite but so much better.
After that I worked on the tenor ukulele build. I assembled the MDF mold with the nails. I rounded the neck and tail blocks to match the mold profile marked with a pen and sanded on the drum sander to fit. I fit the sides into the mold and marked them to be cut using the small machine square. I’ve decided to make a conventional mortice and tenon neck joint. That’s as far as I got.
I remembered I need to make a nut for the cheap Fiji ukulele I bought at Sally’s. I cut a piece of mahogany to match the old busted nut width a little wide, sanded to size. I arched the bottom to fit into the old groove and sanded the top to a nut profile chamfered. Using a paper pattern third folded to match a half I got an even pattern of four even marks. Filed in with the outer grooves angled in to keep the outer strings in place under tension. I’ll need to glue the nut in before I can string it to keep it in place. I finally found the strings after a search. It’s good to practice on this cheap instrument before I go for the bass I’ve been working on building for a year.
As I was cutting the nut, I heard a voice. Removing my ear muffs, John across the street showed up. Asking if I could move the old Nissan pickup so he could get deliveries from the big trucks. I found the keys but it wouldn’t start. He can move it tomorrow with his helper, keyed to steer. He gave me a bottle of his choice zinfandel. I gave him a jar of soup., good trade. Thanksgiving wine.
A fine day indeed.

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