April 21, 2011

• Milestone: Removing The Wooden Bedframe

  So in one bedroom there was this crude wooden bedframe haphazardly bolted together and bolted to the wall. There were lathed legs on two-by-fours with insert pieces that a plywood piece sat on, all cobbled together all bolty bolty.

  I really should have taken pictures. Meh.

  Basically, I got out my trusty ratchet set and started crankin’ on those bolts to gradually screw ‘em out, one by one. By the end of the job, I had had to use a few different heads, two flashlights, and a hammer.

  Took more time and elbow grease than I anticipated, but the task is completed! Now I can use that room for my office — complete with a desk graciously given to me by the Boomsmas.

  I will be the first to admit that I am not the handiest guy, and that I have always been more of a creative person than a practical one; but, in working with my hands, in feeling some pain and aches, I always admire the practicality. Tonight, among some tiny little practical lessons I learned, I also received some romanticized insights concerning such crude work, such as the smell that metal released when it is scored and scoured. It is a wonderful thing, like the steel is bleeding when exerted. Poetic, even.

  I consider this act tonight to be a milestone because it marks the first real action I can consider to be “home improvement,” one that required tools, and one that made me feel like I still had at least a little of my masculinity intact.

  ~*~

  I love spending time in the house.

  Even if it is doing things like removing a weird bedframe, doing dishes, and doing laundry, the novelty has certainly not yet worn off. I yearn for it, appreciate it, and admit that sometimes at my desk at work I know I would rather be at the house. At least, until something distracts me.

  I suppose that can be one sign that this is really becoming home.

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