This project is a great example of the following old adage: “No good deed goes unpunished.”
A while back I was at church on Sunday morning. During coffee hour my wife was saying things like “You remember John, don’t you?” while I was talking with a few people. A rather subtle approach, I admit, but it got me thinking. Maybe I’d better do something to offset the somewhat irregular nature of my attendance. I noticed that a small side table in the parish hall was a bit wobbly. Great, I said to myself. I’ll put this in the back seat, glue it up when I get home, and voila! – that ought to be worth at least four, maybe six, weeks. The rector said “Great! Thanks.” when I offered to help out. So, I went over to the table, picked it up, and – both back legs (with apron) fell off and the drawer fell out and landed on my right foot. Uh, oh. This is not good, I said to my self as I hopped around trying not to curse (no sense in adding more weeks to the liability side of the ledger, hey?). On the upside, it was a lot easier to get it into the back seat of the car in its now disassembled state.
As my wife was driving home, I was examining the damage to my instep and trying to figure out a way to wiggle out of this. I mentioned to my wife a couple of what I thought were good rational reasons not to fix the table and got what we call The Death Stare at our house. “Oh, well” I said, “I’m sure that I can squeeze it in.”
Next time, the autopsy. It just gets uglier.