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Many challenges face a couple in modern society. Raising children, paying bills, sharing a bathroom, having a conversation …

Assembling furniture.

Yeah, that’s right up there. There was a time when a home didn’t have much expensive furniture, but the occupants could build the whole house themselves.

Then, one day, the average head of the household went from being a man with advanced mechanical skills to being … well, me.
Emily and I bought a bookcase. How hard could it be to assemble a bookcase? Two boards and some cross shelves. And yet, fearing the job to come, we let it sit in its box for two months before we even tackled the job.

“Maybe I should just work on it alone?” she suggested, when I finally dragged the box into the middle of the room.

“Why can’t we do it together?” I was honestly puzzled. I was clueless.

“Well, sometimes when you try to assemble stuff you get all bad moody, and stalk back and forth, and throw Allen wrenches around.”

“I do not! What’s an Allen wrench?”

What I didn’t tell her is that, in my entire school career, there were only two classes where I got an incomplete grade. One was an elective class in which the teacher wanted us to each do a hands-on “project”, and would not take a written report instead. My written reports were legendary. My hands-on projects were legendary for an entirely different reason, and it turns out starting work the day after the class ends doesn’t cut it.

The second time was “woods” class.

To me, the mechanical arts area of the high school building was like being behind the Iron Curtain during the Cold War. Some paper-pushing board room education “expert” decided everyone needed to take a class there in middle school, and another in high school, and later I screwed up myself by signing up for an elective called “mechanical drawing”. I’d focused on the “drawing” part, and didn’t realize the whole title meant going a third time into the gulag of mechanical arts. Luckily I came down with a well-timed case of near-death mono and missed a large part of that semester.

How I passed metals class is beyond me. I made an ash tray, I think, back before making an ash tray in school seemed ironic.

In woods class I made … a bookcase. Which is to say I never finished it, because I always procrastinate when it comes to things I have both no talent and no interest in, and the night before it was due my mother found me almost in tears in the basement, staring at – boards.

She let me take the incomplete. My mom’s no dummy.

Neither is my wife. Still, seeing my manhood was threatened, she let me help anyway.

The instructions to assemble a simple bookcase – which did not include any sawing or sanding – were eight pages long. On the bright side, the only tools required were a hammer and two screwdrivers. “You can’t hurt yourself too badly with those,” Emily said.

“I haven’t shown you my scars?”

I knew we were in trouble when the first page said we could visit the company website for assembly video clips, or call a toll free number for assistance. Really? Really? What was wrong with boards and concrete blocks? They make great bookcases.

We started by setting out all the parts, to be sure we had everything. “There should be four compression dowels,” Emily said.

“Right. What’s a compression dowel?”

“And eight cam bolts.”

“Eight what? You’re making sounds, but the sounds make no sense.”

We were in for a long night.

Or so I thought. Turns out my favorite Girl Scout (retired) is a whiz at assembling stuff, which I should have known from her mad Tetris skills. There were few words on the instructions: Only illustrations. It turns out tab A really does go into slot B, so that was a help. We succeeded without divorce proceedings by proceeding slowly and methodically, turning the job estimated by the company to be a one hour task into one that took all evening. That may sound bad, but keep in mind I’m the guy who turned replacing a sink trap into a three day long endurance marathon. With stitches.

The compression dowel got compressed, and the cam bolt when into a cam lock, which was then – you guessed it – locked. Then I was given pause when I started to nail the back on the thing, and not just because I was running out of bruised fingers.

“The back actually provides structural support to the unit,” I noticed. Emily nodded. “But the back is cardboard.”

Well, it’s not like we were going to turn it into a rowboat.

Finally we were done, with the only remaining job being to nail a strap on the top into the wall. In case of earthquakes. Seems silly? Ask the people repairing the Washington Monument.

So we stood there, admiring our handiwork in its place against the wall, and that’s when we noticed something. Each cross board had a black painted side, and an unpainted side. The top one was upside down: the unpainted side on top. Turning it would require disassembling half the unit.

“Can you see the top?” I asked her.

“No, I can’t.”

Neither could I. Our job was done.


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May. 9th, 2013 11:46 pm (UTC)
First you unpack everything, and count the parts. Make sure what you have matches the instructions. Then do the steps in order.

The way you and she did it, with the unpainted side on top is perfect. You can see the underside of the top shelf. Who looks at the top itself?

Well done.
May. 10th, 2013 06:50 am (UTC)
Yep, that's exactly how we did it -- I've learned the hard way to make sure everything's there, first.

Even if anybody did want to stand on a chair and look at the top, I've already got stuff on it!
May. 10th, 2013 03:37 am (UTC)
I've multiple ones of these in my house that I've built. They never work as planned. I actually took one back to walmart half glued because the parts that were meant to be drilled out weren't. THe look in my eye must have been fierce as they took it back without a word
May. 10th, 2013 06:52 am (UTC)
Maybe Wal-Mart was just used to seeing people with that look in their eyes!
May. 10th, 2013 02:51 pm (UTC)
that wouldn't surprise me
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May. 11th, 2013 08:06 am (UTC)
Oh, yes, I recall a story or two from you. :-)
May. 10th, 2013 10:17 am (UTC)
Moving does suck! I don't know how my parents were able to manage it all my life.

On the other hand, it also makes a good new beginning.
May. 11th, 2013 08:07 am (UTC)
There is that ... if I had to move this year, I'd have to get rid of a *lot* of old stuff and make some major changes.
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