This weekend I cleaned out the garage and started to put together the workbench I bought so I can do my encaustic painting. Now, when we bought the workbench, I had asked the guy how much it would cost to have them put it together and deliver it. It would cost $85 they said. Right. That didn’t seem so bad to me, especially when I had visions of stick figures in peril and oddly sized Allen wrenches in my head. Call me crazy, but $85 does not sound like a whole lot of money, not when we’re talking about hours out of your life here. But not my folks. My mother was like, “that’s a LOT of money just to have something put together and delivered.”
So, instead, this weekend we (Dad and I) started to put it together. I cleaned out the garage and we got about 4 hours into “the bench.” It’s maybe half-way done. It has legs now, and a bottom, but nothing close to resembling drawers or a top. It took us a while to get power to it as well, but that’s working now too. Of course, the garage looks a whole lot better now that it’s cleaner and more compact. I still have a bit of work to do, but not too much, and I don’t have to go up into the attic again for a while, which is a good thing. I hate going up there-I have stairs but they are hard to climb (it’s more like a ladder really-and a tight, small one at that.)
Of course, whenever I have men over to work on the house, they run up that ladder like it’s not even there. When I try to do that, even though I’m smaller, I don’t get very far. About three steps up and I start to cower and think, “I’m going to fallllll….” Yeah, I used to be good at these things, not so much anymore. Life’s too short.
Which, you know, is also why I was *so* willing to just pay the $85 and be done with the damn bench already. Instead, the saga will continue into next weekend, or even beyond. Maybe I should start a lottery to determine when people think the bench will be finished. (Think I can raise $85 doing that?)
Until next time…