Sawing dovetails is easy

It's sawing them so that they fit together cleanly that's tough.  For me, it's basically impossible.  I'm a terrible woodworker.

The good news is that I'm building something for my niece, and she's only nine years old, so maybe she's still young enough so that she'll be grateful for the item anyway and not dwell on its imperfections.

In other news, my parents are getting better.  They're still a little sick, but only in a minor way.  They should be back to normal soon.  This is their second bout with Covid-19, and this one came after both had been double-vaxxed.

The weather's going to be nice this week.  That will suck if we get nuked; rain washes fallout away, and a lack of rain will allow it to linger.  But at least this stuff is happening in March rather than July so we don't have to try to survive without air conditioning.

I've been imagining a dystopia story for a while now.  I've made some notes and am slowly letting it gel in my head.  Are people interested in reading dystopias at times like this?  I honestly don't know.  But "bad timing" is the story of my life, and I've never been able to avoid it, so I might as well just do what I want and let the chips fall where they may.

Update

Well, a few things have happened since I last blogged.

The most important of those things is my aunt dying.  She lived in another state, so plans are being made to attend her service.  It sucks to lose her, but it will also be good to see the extended family and mourn with them in person.

I actually didn't watch any Olympic events at all.  Just the Opening Ceremony.  I had meant to see more of it; I just didn't get around to doing it.  After reading about it, though, I'm glad I missed it.  Between the food and the rules and the disqualifications and the industrial settings at the events, it sounds like it was quite the dystopian experience.

My parents are sick.  Dad has Covid, confirmed by home test kit.  Mom didn't test herself, but we're assuming she has it, too.  They've been sick for several days now without getting worse, so I'm pretty sure they're not in danger of dying from it.  For most folks, having Covid is no worse than having the flu, and that's been the case for me and my family.  (My parents and I all had it a year ago; I think we picked it up at the extended family Christmas get-together.)

If the American and Russian governments manage to get themselves into a war, and it ends up going nuclear, then I won't be incinerated.  I live too far from a target.  I am, however, directly downwind of a number of targets, so fallout will be an issue for a couple of weeks or so.  The good news is that I live in a humid climate, which means frequent rains, and rain washes that crap away.  So don't fret too much for me.  I can hole up and live off Campbell's soup until it's safe to go outside.  If the zombies attack, I'll try to get some video of them when I'm not busy shooting them.

The daffodils are in full bloom, and the maple trees are blooming.  Another five or six weeks and then the holly and tulip poplars should flower.  Spring is on the way.  Looking forward to it.

D2D is acquiring Smashwords

This means that, some time in March, I'll be adding my books to the Smashwords store without having to make a separate account.  I'm excited about this.

My only fear is that some of Smashwords's bad habits trickle over into D2D.  Let's hope that doesn't happen.

For the record, I appreciate the heck out of Mark Coker for being the trailblazer that he was, and I wish him all the best.

Olympic Opening Ceremony today

Don't miss it.  :D

ETA:  Okay, I was a bit let down.  These things are starting to rely too much on the cgi stuff rather than actual people and props on the stadium floor.  Also, the material was pretty bland and perhaps even pandering at times.

It's starting to seem that, no matter where the Games take place, the ceremonies look like they were all designed by the same people.  And that's a problem.  It takes away from the distinctiveness of the location.

Anyway, good luck to the athletes.