Saturday, March 18, 2017

Goinnnnnnnnn Uuuuuup!

When we moved into this house five years ago, we had to remove the upstairs banister to get some mattresses upstairs. Just today, getting around to replacing the banister. Not done yet, but here's the score:

Number of trips to the hardware store needed to get the project to this point: Five, including the one where I chickened out and said they were out of stuff because it hadn't come in on the truck.

Number of trips to the hardware store today: Two. Fortunately, all in one trip because the first store didn't have the wood buttons I needed.

Number of bolts broken inside the wall and concealed with a wood button: One.

Number of times the 12-year-old was summoned from the basement to help: Four.

Number of times the 12-year-old felt like he was summoned from the basement to help: One million.

Number of cuss words uttered during the four hours it took to get the project this far: Unknown; currently hanging in space over Lake Michigan.

Number of screws stripped, bent, or broken: Five.

Number of tools borrowed from the wife: Two.

Number of YouTube videos watched, featuring well-dressed individuals in sunlit conditions, safety glasses, safety aprons and a safety carnation at the lapel so they don't look too industrial, using $500 chop saws and other fancy equipment to complete the job: Six.

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