We're having a few guests over tomorrow for a shitload of barbecue. We had to get another grill to accomodate it. Just a small one, as you can see.

Jennifer worked her ass off while I frittered around. Here she is returning from the garden with Lola.

Toward the end of the day I got out my great-grandfather's draw knife and whittled a seasoned sapling into a walking stick. In this picture is the stick (about 4.5'), the draw knife and a Stanley surform. The stick on the right is a remnant of the original sapling.

This will be the head. Should I carve something into it?

Whoops, the surform slipped.

Check back tomorrow for pictures of the wild and crazy barbecue Jennifer is preparing.
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