Our shed has been in bad shape for quite some time. It is missing shingles and the whole front is coming away from the foundation. I know that a new shed is in the future, but at the rate Lloyd and I accomplish things, it won’t get build until I’m in my 50’s.
Way back when the first snow came and I went out to get the snow shovel, I noticed that the left door was almost completely falling in. The only thing keeping it attached was the latch and a few strategically placed acorns under the jamb. Good enough.
But today I decided that if the only productive thing I did was to fix that door, then the day could be called a success. Here’s how it went:
11:30 – Announce that I am going to fix the shed door.
11:31-12:30 – Surf the internet.
12:31 – Go to the basement to assess the drill battery. Seems ok. Find some long screws.
12:33 – Go out to shed. Realize that someone is going to have to hold this door up while I reattach the hinges.
12:34 – Call through the open window to Lloyd, “Are you still awake? I need you.”
12:36 – Listen to Lloyd grumble as he holds up the door, begin to drill the first screw….. and drill battery dies. Listen to Lloyd grumble again.
12:38 – Put battery in charger.
12:45 – 3:00 – NAP!! WOOOO-HOOOOO!!
3:15 – ‘Fix’ door.
3:30 – Walk to Dairy queen, get Blizzards.
See? Months of agony for what – 15 minutes worth of work? It’s a good thing we’re not in construction.