Showing posts with label handy macs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label handy macs. Show all posts

Friday, July 28, 2017

Voila! Nothing There.


Until yesterday, that is what the Husband, Molly the Cat, and I saw when we looked out the patio door. Sitting behind the shed was a small chicken coop. Molly loved to climb up the chicken coop, along a plank, and onto the shed's southern eaves to take her nap between breakfast and lunch.

For the past year,  the Husband and I have talked about taking down the structures because they were useless. No chickens for the coop (never were!) and if we did have chickens I would rather see them strutting freely (kind of) around the yard. As for the shed, only hobbits would be short enough to stand in it. If, even then.

So, why was it built?

I don't know, and I don't care to speculate about how it came to be built. When I heard a crow and saw a butterfly as we dismantled the structures, I knew that the Mama liked our decision.

It felt good swinging the hammer and being constructively destructive. Pound! Pound! Grunt! Pound! GRUNT! Pound! Pound! The most physical activity that the Husband and I have done in a very long time.

Before we began our Pound! Pound!, the world was silent. Well, except for the sawing and hammering by the neighbors on our northside, who are building a beautiful deck. Our pounding seemed to have brought out the neighbors from the two houses on our southside. They were probably curious to why the quiet fogeys were creating such a racket. It felt like a party with all the chattering on the other side of the fences, the construction noise next door, and, of course, our Pound! Pound! Pound! and yakkity-yakking.

The once upon a time shed and chicken shed came down in about two hours. And, that's only because we had the help of our awesome friend Mister D. The Husband and I are barely at 70 percent in shape, and I think I'm being generous. Mister D and the Husband have known each other since college. He has always been there for the Husband and, ever since I've known Mister D, for me.  Thank you, Mister D! Thank you very much!

Look! See the gift that Mister D gave us. The apple and avocado trees that were boxed in by the shed look happy with the nothingness, too.  I'm sure Molly the Cat will be glad as well, in time.


P.S. Mister D also helped the Husband fix the side gate for us, which got destroyed during the winter storms. When he and the Husband pulled the old post from its hole, they found that the gate post was held up by a just-the-right-size piece of branch wedged between the post and the concrete. Something, huh? 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

A Quick and Easy Fix


I forgot to buy a 2015 calendar for the Mama. I had planned to make her one again, but I thought about it too late to have it be delivered by the new year. I figured I'd print out the dates and attach the page to last year's calendar. On Sunday, I did that.

The Mama thought it was a new calendar.  Hmmmmm.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Home Improvement Project


The Husband and I stood in line at the big-box home improvement store. As we waited our turn, I watched the busy movement around us. All the lines were long, a given for a Saturday,  I suppose. Men and women pushed their carts forward in line, all heaped with lumber, sacks of soil, cans of paint, plumbing fixtures, and other large and bulky items for their DIY projects. 

Finally, it was our turn. The Husband placed his items on the counter—a tiny light bulb and two drawer knobs. The transaction was quick. As the cashier handed a tiny bag to the Husband, he said, "Enjoy your project."

The Husband still cracks up when he recalls that moment.
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Saturday, September 18, 2010

Handy Macs at Work


I got my front door key stuck in the lock yesterday.

I unscrewed the lock from the door last night.

That oil you use for sewing machines? I put a bit of that into the lock last night. Nothing.

"Did you fix it?" asked the Mama.

"Did you get the key out?" asked the husband.

No.

No.

In case you're pondering why the husband wasn't involved in figuring out how to remove the key from the lock, it's because I was bogeying the lock and he was washing dishes. I had handed it to him before he started the dishes. I needed him to use brute strength to jiggle out the key. He had success last week when his key got stuck in that same lock. But no such luck this time.

How did I get the key stuck in the first place?

"You used the wrong key," the Mama declared.

"Did you use the wrong key?" asked the husband.

Think, remember, recall. Yeah, I did.

I left the lock, with the key stuck in it, on the stairway stoop. I was very confident the house ghosties would work their magic so that I could pull out the key with a snap this morning.

The ghosties obviously had better things to do.

That dry graphite you use for unsticking things? I sprayed a bit. . .no, a lot. . .of that into the lock this morning. Nothing.

I took the lock apart before breakfast. All the tiny springs and solid bits ka-boinged out of the holes. That was fun.

My key is still stuck in the lock.


Three hours ago, we bought a new deadbolt lock.

An hour ago, the husband and I installed a new deadbolt lock. Yes, I let the husband have some fun, too.

I'm keeping the old lock. One of these days I will get my key out.