After the lunch we dropped in on Steve, Regan and Owen. Upon arrival, no body was there. The nurse quickly informed us that Owen was at the nurses station (cunning little guy) happily accepting any and all attention. Steve and Regan had taken the opportunity to grab lunch. Owen is obviously on top of the infection and was full of smiles for us. We played and read his favorite book until mom and dad returned.
Sunday Gaye and I spent mounting vice, drill and table saw. We thought that the new arrival to the workshop - the table saw table would clutter even further a small space, which it did, until when considering how and where to mount the vice, a whole bunch of opportunities presented themselves.
A bonus was the drill, which has been trying to find a home for over 40 years was finally sucessful. Good on you drill. You finally have a permanent home after all this time.
The "BIG" vice is still hanging out on the floor, and is the next on the list destined for a permanent place to live.
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