I'm sorry, Peter, I'm not following you. ?????

How often is a Monet "used"?



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John

Good one!

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Hi,


20 ft or $25 minimum order. Any less probably won't be worth your effort , and any more will be too much for a lot of single projects.

Seth

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Using an outhouse can actually be a very rewarding experience. I was at a winery in New Mexico several years ago and asked where the restroom was. I was directed to an outhouse below and to the West of the tasting room. The door of the outhouse also faced West and the view overlooking the vineyard in the late afternoon sun was spectacular! I cannot recall many more pleasurable moments while relieving myself.

Perhaps a Monet on the back of an outhouse door...

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"If you have good manners and are well spoken, you can be welcome anywhere." -Mom, 1959

I used an outhouse in Kentucky one Spring. We were on the alert for a rabid fox we'd seen around the farmhouse. No sooner had I taken the country seat when I felt a very sharp bite on a cheek. It wasn't as terrible as I feared, just a puppy dog demanding"C'mon, let's get going!"

Have I over-shared?

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Sounds great, I sure don't have a view like that from MY outhouse.

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John

I don't that's possible at talkFestool.


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I take a smidgen off on the jointer and than rip the thickness I need with the band saw. The carbide blade we have gives a very smooth cut, then back to the jointer again for the next piece. No sanding.

Michael, I don't like ripping narrow stock on the Sawstop if I don't have to.

I'm also to cheap to pay that much for simple edge banding.

We had an out house at 11,000 feet on the 10th Mountain Division ski slope in the Rockies. The below zero wind blasted up from holes through the broken open back. No pleasurable moments there. Not even a moon cut in the door.

Still beats the Mt. McKinley climb. No trees and too many people dictate that you wrap a poncho around yourself while squatting in the snow. Ain't life grand?