On Friday, BB read in the local paper's Classifieds about a garage sale with tools. It said "Call to set up a preview", so he did...and came home the night telling me how excited he was about this bandsaw that he had decided to purchase. He said "It is a 36" bandsaw, its really great, and it'll be awesome!" My reaction - what does he need with a bandsaw? He's already got a bandsaw!...next time, I will be much more grilling in my questioning...he arrived home Saturday after 4 hours at said sale, with our neighbor's truck loaded with a monstrous, green steel beast...and that was only the frame that holds the wheels and the stinking blade! In his truck was the motor, the wheels, the table, the protective covers for the wheel...it turns out that this thing was an INDUSTRIAL model, and the wheels are each 36" in diameter...you do the math people...this thing stands about 8 feet high, and takes up about 50 square feet of shop space...and it needs to be scraped, cleaned, repainted and then put back together again. It is circa 1920...and is insanely massive...bigger than the ones you used in shop class back in the day...
OY! I was furious...especially because he had asked me Friday what I wanted to do this weekend...I told him that I wanted to have the folks over Monday, and spend the rest of the weekend together going to the parks, having a picnic, maybe starting to winterize my flower beds...nothing major...
Instead, we spent the ENTIRE weekend taking this thing apart, figuring out how to get it home, and then figuring out where it was going in the shop, moving the shop around, and then cleaning the parts that we could get into the shop. Sunday was spent, you guessed it, cleaning more parts, and moving more furniture...
Monday morning, a friend came over with his tractor, off-loaded it, and helped get it into real place, and then BB went to play a round of golf with the neighbors...leaving me at home, again, with the children, and a "normal" day of laundry, cooking, and cleaning...
Needless to say, I spent much time yesterday, and over the weekend repeating to myself "Do not let the sun go down on your anger"...it worked. A little.
Today, he is at work, and I can finally get my house and life back in order, with the minor addition of this machine, and the chaos in my garage...
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