Bruce gave me a lesson in planing lumber because I needed some wide boards not to be so thick. He asked me the obvious, "Why don't you use a thinner board?" "I would," I replied, for the third time, evidently he missed my answer the previous two times, "but there are no wide, thin boards!"
So I planed and planed, trimmed, marked, re-measured and cut carefully and would have given anything to get a visit from Bob Villa. Heck, I'd even settle for Tim the Tool Man Taylor. When I quit for the day, I had 6 sides, our sister in law, Sue, wants a hive also, 6 ends, 5 were 11 1/2 inches wide but I had a rogue that was 12 1/4 so I sent him back to the table saw for shortening, I'm not sure what happened there, and 6 follower boards, 2 to a hive. They are the guide for the bees to 'follow' while making their combs.
A growing pile of sawdust under the table saw.....
....and a respectable pile of wood shavings from the planer.
I had about equal that amount stuck to my cotton gloves, note to self, wear leather gloves tomorrow, and in the pockets of my sweatshirt. My glasses had a coating of dust and I was prone to sneezing fits. I also had a horse chow sack of wood scraps to help build a fire in the kitchen stove. I was craving a cold, adult beverage and my back was giving me the business, planing is hard work.
Besides, Murphy was waiting for me to come home and play ball....
.....and when you have this cute puppy, you don't disappoint her.