Happy days are here again,
the skies above are clear again,
so let’s sing a song of cheer again,
happy days are here again
The toboggan sits in a little consignment shop in Tampa, Florida. It's one of those useless things that people drag to Florida when they move, like the snow shovels that I've found dumpster diving.
I ask about the price and negotiate it down to almost nothing. The wood strips are alternately dark and light. It has a detachable green canvas cushion. The bottom is a little scraped up from running over rocks, I think.
I take it into my workshop and sand it down and then apply dark and light stain to restore the appearance. I finish it with three coats of varnish, use pumice to smooth it out and reattach the cushion. It's a beauty...a little extra Christmas present.
The toboggan stands in my grandchildren's living room for over three years. I guess they like it well enough to use it as sort of a room decoration.
The oldest called me yesterday. He wants to show us the four inches of snow on his Skype program. Break out the toboggan!