Well, it is a new year… and I would like to claim that my new year’s resolution is to be more active on SchutzHappens again, I really would. I’ve certainly slowed down on my posts since leaving Pakistan… and I besides ‘The Chair’ I really do have a lot of stories to share.
But honestly, I can’t make any promises.
You see, over the last few years I’ve been working on a novel and I am determined to complete it and self-publish on Kindle this year. And with this shift in focus… I probably won’t post of SchutzHappens quite a much, but for those of you who are avid readers, you’ve undoubtedly already noticed this.
But then again, there is something to be said about quality over quantity. So, in its essence and heart, SchutzHappens is exactly what it has always been… but you’ll probably only get a piece once or twice a week rather than almost every day, like I had been doing.
But, in any case, as always, thanks for reading!
The Chair, Part 43 - The Screwdriver
One thing I should probably mention about our epic journey to IKEA is that it was the last day of Costello’s visit… probably not the best way to end his vacation... but we did get to see a lot while he was in town. I had taken a few days off from work and we tore the city apart. BTW: the Churchill War Rooms Museum is one of the more interesting places I’ve ever been… not just in London… but worldwide. If you find yourself in London make sure you got there. You’ll thank me!
Anyway, Costello flew back to Atlanta without incident and the task of putting the chair together fell to me… and the best helper any dad could ask for: Grayson, the soon to be big brother.
Now, leading up to this, I was no stranger to putting together IKEA furniture. I’m pretty visual and handy, so putting things together with only pictures never really bothered me. However, when it comes to IKEA furniture I was accustom to one thing… having it come with everything I needed to build it… not just the hardware, but the tools as well. And sure, when I opened ‘The Chair’ I did find the hardware and an allen-wrench… but I also noticed that some of the screws had Phillips-heads on them… and after taking a quick glance at the directions I noticed that a screwdriver was needed for assembly… a screwdriver that was not included in the box.
Hmmm… well… being that we were only temporarily in London and I hadn’t really planned on doing anything overly ambitious with my time there, I hadn’t packed any of my tools for the trip. So… yeah… I was pretty stuck.
“Luckily”… and I’m using quotes because I don’t believe anything is lucky in this story, but we just happened to be living in a flat over a hardware store… on Baker Street… in a not so cheap part of town. They, of course, had a screwdriver for sale… and… well… it only cost about £18.00… which was close to $30.00 at the time. And well… after everything I had already gone through to get ‘The Chair’ in the first place, I really didn’t have a choice. So… I bought it… begrudgingly.
Grayson was a wonderful assistant, as seen in our family video posted on Day 572. We quickly assembled the chair and Serena took it for a test drive… and… well… she didn’t like it. At all. She didn’t want it… and as the video on Day 572 reveals… she set out to find a new chair.
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