Greeting a friend at the door. Welcoming their son for a sleepover. Boys run off to play. Adults make idle chit chat. Everyone know the way of parent drop off. Today we add something different.
We begin by discussing the new patio. “Did you put in locking sand yet?”
“Why no. Because it is raining, it would have not worked properly. Would you like to see the new patio?”
Very mundane conversation. We walk out of the house discussing village requirements and where we will put the fire pit. And then…..
BOOM!! CRASH!! SHATTER!! BANG!!!
We both have the same look. “What the H3!! was that?” It came from the garage. I already knew it would be difficult to figure out what the sound was because our garage is filled with stuff….stuff from the move….stuff from construction….tool stuff….garden stuff…..you name I probably have it stuff. I wasn’t sure what stuff had fallen over. Wheelbarrow? 2×4’s? Old windows? Table saw? What could have possibly have created such a ruckus?
Imagine my surprise when I got in the garage and saw the entire wall of hung cabinets laying on the floor. They were full of screws and nuts and bolts and nails and small tools and lightbulbs and paint supplies and oil and sealer and Paul only knows what else. He and I had hung those cabinets making sure to attach them to the studs. Apparently I need better studs. I’ll have to ask him to find me some when he gets home.