it’s all coming together, but it sure isn’t there yet.
With plastering the terrain, there are trains all over the house. No operations in the woodshop are possible, due to parked trains. Access to the computer room requires stepping around parked trains on a “yard board” on the floor. Trains in the den, trains in the MBR, might be able to expand storage into the baths but not that desperate yet.
The plaster is looking good, and it calls to me at night, saying “paint me Jeff, paint me”.
Big pile-o-goodies ordered from Musket Miniatures, not here yet.
The masking tape has sprung up off the ends of the ties, adhering only to the railtops, the next step will be when it jumps clean off the layout, exposing shiny twin parallel strips of machined steel, begging to be driven on.
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All these poor trains, unpainted scenery, and new stuff trapped in the nether world of other dimensional UPS combine to drag me towards my first basicly complete operating session, and I just have to keep repeating, “as long as it takes, and not one second sooner.” Wiping genuine drool off my chin ala Homer Simpson thinking of pork chops, so it won’t splash on the plaster, over the prospect of cool trains running on, around and under green and gray mountains is getting old.
So…
…what do YOU anticipate?