Thursday, 29 January 2026

Aurelia's thumb

 The cat is making a complaining noise at the other end of the shop. She seems content, and it is almost half past two in the morning. Today was a difficult day, got up early, and did all kind of simple things all day. 


At five in the evening a teacher from a nearby town arrived. She had fifty students artworks that needed to be reproduced, and three that needed to be printed. This is all very well, and it is rather fun. The teacher is friendly and she helps with the reproductions, she keeps on handing over the pictures one after the other. There are a lot of them. But it is all simple enough, we had agreed that they needed to be reproduced.

The three prints were finished in reasonable time, and the teacher left on her bicycle.

After she had gone, the cat complained outside the door. Let her in from the passageway, and give her a small amount of food. Keep on working on the remaining pictures. The teacher says that she can do the work herself, but this is probably not entirely true.

It is now early in the morning, and this is yesterdays post.

At  eleven the artist calls and requests attendance at the studio, He has a small job which needs some help. The thumb on the wooden statue of Aurelia needs to be removed, and neatly replaced with a more suitable piece of wood. The thumb is removed quickly enough with the chain saw, the surface smoothed with  plane, and then a piece of wood fastened with cyanoacrylate glue. This sets quickly, and with a long drill the piece of wood gets a six millimetre wide hole that traverses the length of the piece of wood that is to become Aurelias's new thumb.. The drill is almost thirty centimetres long. A piece of dowel rod of slightly greater length than the drill is covered in white glue and driven into the hole with a hammer. 

The result is that Aurelia now has a block of wood where her thumb is going to be.

The wooden statue of Aurelia will be displayed at a science fiction conference, she is an alien with distinct hominoid attributes.

Arrive home at two thirty in the morning and feed the complaining cat.

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