It is a glorious day on the tundra. The sun is shining, the breeze is moving gently off the lake. The bald eagle is sitting in the tree 50 feet above my work space. And I am getting things ready for the next sales. I am shabotaging things, white paint, repurposed wood moldings, door knobs to nowhere, the whole damn shabby experience. I have spent the last 3-4 weeks setting up and dancing with furniture. I have been to a dozen auctions since late April. Now I am using my saw, my biscuit cutter and my paint brush. I feel good, but oh so shabby.