Looks like my last post here was Wednesday.
Thursday I started off by hitting Menards for some of that 11% action. Been writing my shopping list for three weeks, waiting to cash in. I did some pretty good damage too. Came home with spray primer for the grain elevators, caulk for gap filling and a nice new gun, and another !000' spool of cat5 so I can start wiring signals. Geez, the price has shot up on that stuff. The last spool I bought was $75. This one was $93. I also ordered a bunch of sheet goods and some 2" pipe for delivery.
When I got home, my wife and I sifted ballast for a while, then later I worked on spreading it on the Newport scene.
Saturday we got up early and went outside to wait for the delivery. While we waited, we decided to have a fire. I may have gotten a little carried away, as I singed most of the hair off both arms, but the damage didn't end there...
That pile of stuff at the far left by the rocks, are the old panels of shingles that were on the gables on the front of the house. I tried to break them up and get them in the fire, but had limited success. This decision would come back to haunt me.
Flaming debris repeatedly spilled out of the pit, and at one point one of the wheels caught fire, and melted.
My Menards delivery finally showed up around 10:30. The same guy has been delivering to me for the last 19 years, since I started building the house. On many occasions he has come in to see the layout, but not this time.
My wife and I then transferred that bundle to my sheet goods rack in the shop.
This can is my ballast bin. Now I have to fill it up!
A lot of prep work goes into this layout. It was nice having the ballast sifted, so I could just run up to the garage, and scoop a bucket full, and bring it down.
This is the last section in the entire scene that needs ballast. It's also the hardest to reach, but I can still get it.
This scene just needs a few things, and it's done. Something on the backdrop, a few building flats for the industries, and a little greenery. That's it!
This morning, I went to put on my shoe on, and all the toes on my left foot were covered with dried blood. Upon further inspection, I discovered this nail sticking through the bottom of my shoe. My wife cleaned me up, and exposed the source of the leak, a nasty slice on the bottom of my big toe. I'll spare you those pictures. The good news is I can't feel it. The bad news is I couldn't feel it. The nail came from that pile of old siding, not exactly a model railroading injury, but kind of related. Doctor tomorrow, will cut into my train time, and assess the damage.