the follow-up appointment went okay. and his mother, while critical of a few choices, doesn't want to kill me.
although i do still feel guilty because he was working on something for me. a friend correctly point out that he would have been upset had i paid someone else to do it, so its not really my fault. but still there is that twinge.
last night he asked if finishing the table would be an okay christmas gift for me (we had originally set a $75 limit) and what could i say but "yes".