The assembly of my brother-in-law’s
fireplace is complete. Perhaps, more
importantly, it functioned properly when we plugged it in.
As mentioned in a previous installment
here, the very first line of assembly instructions suggested two adults would
be required for the project. In my way
of thinking, three adults would be better.
One adult to read the instructions over and over and over (perhaps while
stomping their feet). One adult acting
as an interpreter to convert the instructions into a language comprehensible to
normal Montanans. And, finally, one
adult with a complete set of Philips screwdrivers and plenty of beer.
Five days ago, at the outset of this
undertaking, I never imagined I would be the second adult involved in the
electric fireplace assembly, but there I was, late yesterday afternoon, with screwdriver
in hand. Terry and I burned up some 45
minutes installing the cabinet doors and fastening into place the actual fireplace
insert.
The 45-minute mark is
interesting. The instructions suggested
the entire fireplace assembly would take that amount of time. While we were sipping on a celebratory glass
of Scotch at job’s end, I asked Terry how many hours he had into the
project. “What do you guess? Eight hours or so?”
“More,” he said. “Maybe ten hours.”
“Well, it’s a done deal, now.” I tasted a bit of my Scotch, still somewhat haunted
by my sister’s outlandish suggestion a few days ago that drinking less beer
might make for a smoother assembly.
Posted today are two photographs I captured
with my smarter-than-me-phone yesterday.
--Mitchell Hegman
YAY! It's done! Congrats Terry, Mitch and Deb!
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful, warm thing!
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