Over-helping

Last night I put up a shelf over teeka's workbench, and she immediately filled it up and asked for another one. I built another one, but didn't install it right then because she had just loaded the kiln, and I needed to move the kiln outlet to get the shelf up.

This morning I went down to the garage to put up the shelf. Then, trying to be helpful, I unloaded the kiln, which was full of pink triangles to sell today because it was time for the Gay Pride parade. I cleaned them up and then put a diamond burr in the dremel to rough up a spot on the back of each one so that the glue for the bails would stick better. I brought them upstairs, and gave them to Teeka, who had just gotten up.

Then we realized that I hadn't been thinking about what they were for, and I set them all up upside down. This made Teeka a little unhappy with me, because if we flipped them over, there would still be the roughed up spot showing. I ran them all in to work and spent half an hour grinding and polishing the backs of them to clean them up, then brought them home, Teeka glued bails on, let them set, baked them (to finalize the cure of the epoxy), and then took them out to State Street.

After all that, she sold one triangle, to a teenage girl who she says probably wasn't gay.