Our new playthingamajig in our backyard has been up and in use for about 10 days (). Kids have been climbing on it daily, and nothing has fallen down. Kudos to the day laborers who put it together
[patting self on back]
Of course, in the DVD that explained how to do it, Mr. and Mrs. Cedarworks whipped through the whole assembly by skipping the final corner part (which took three people to secure here at the Makice homestead) and using a power ratchet. Vvvzzzzppp. Vvvzzzzppp. Vvvzzzzppp. Done.
Not having one of those, we ratcheted everything by hand. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. Vvvvvvvvzzkkkkt. OK, only 47 more to go.
Today — in search of my birth certificate, which sits comfortably somewhere in my house — I went through the deepest, darkest part of our basement where piles of boxes of unknown origin awaited. Towards the end of the long day, I got to the tools piled haphazardly on the workbench. Working for about an hour, I excavated my way to the spaces under the bench, clearing room for some boxes of other tools. Lo, and behold … We own a power ratchet after all. Still in the box. Taped.
Doh.
