



It is April 19, 2009. Sally and I are back up to Great Island at what used to be her parents home. The house is located near a salt pond, with lovely views of the water from two sides of the house. In the garage I am building my boat. I spent several days cleaning out the garage and fixing shelves and racks to organize my tools. Then I ordered four 2x12's 24 feet long. They are construction grade douglas fir.
I am trying to plan how and where I will cut the boards to get the lumber I need for various parts of the boat. I am trying to work around the knots and grain imperfections of my less than top grade lumber.
Next I cut one of the 2x12's in half to form the base of my jig.
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