Like teaching a man to fish, my pal Ave gave me a serious introduction to carpentry on this one. And boy did the vision pan out well: the giant pink innards of a steamer trunk built in beside the book shelf I built them last year. Hot damn if my wonderful, if a bit Calvinistic, wife does turn some good screws and get me to get all this homework done. All for my sweet lassies, and their heaped upon good humor and fortune, of course.

My girl gets her first tardy pass. And goes blithely about her business regardless.