Remember how the side rail of the four poster bed broke? And Oz fixed it up? And then I made up the bed all nice and cleaned the room of all evidence of woodworking and handyman type activities? Probably not, because I didn't write about all that. But it did happen and we were very pleased about it, until yesterday, when we noticed a serious twist on the footboard.
The unbroken part of the side rail is heading towards the broken end of the side rail spectrum. Rather than wait for it to break before we do anything, we decide to deal with it like grownups. "Besides," Oz points out, "I still have all the clamps and glue in my car."
This afternoon he gets to work. I help unmake the bed and then retire to my office where I stay out of his way and write a user manual for the Hamster system. Mostly out of his way. I do go up and visit a few times.
I find Oz prying away at the end of the side rail.
"Is that my nail file?" I ask.
"Yes. I have to get the metal pegs out somehow."
"Oh. Well, I guess that isn't the only nail file in the world."
"I'm using your tweezers too." He pauses to hold up my good pink tweezers.
"Oh." I'm less blasébout the tweezer abuse, but in the interests of getting the bed fixed, I'll deal. (Later, I find them back in the medicine cabinet, apparently none the worse except for being less pink where the paint chipped off.)
Right now the side rail is all clamps and glue. Tomorrow we'll reassemble the bed, make it up, and clean up the room. Again. I'm hoping that nothing else is going to break right away, but that's silly of me, isn't it?
307 words | January 9, 2005 10:37 PM | Real true story