Behold! I was actually asked, by a neighbor, to do something.
“Yeah, Mark.” (This neighbor’s name is Mark. There are four on my street. The fifth moved away recently.)
“We have a broken dining chair that I wonder if you could fix for us.”
“Bring it over and let me take a look at it,” said I.
After about fifteen minutes, Mark and two of his boys brought the chair over.
“My brother-in-law, Marco, (one of the four) fixed this once.”
“I see he really likes Gorilla Glue,” I noted.
“Will you leave it here til I can concentrate on it?”
“Sure. Take as long as you need.”
About eight hours later, on my way home from schlepping people about, I did some concentrating on it.
So, I had it done before I went to bed.
You can see, here, that, last time it was broken, it was left fairly cracked. I didn’t bother with that. If he ever asks me to refinish the set, it’ll wind up looking a lot better. (I hope he doesn’t ask me to refinish the set – refinishing jobs take way too much out of me.)
I didn’t photograph it reassembled, beyond the off-color #7 above. I’m guessing most of you know what a fixed chair looks like.