Moving into the suburbs

5 06 2015

We moved into our new home last week and every morning I am waking up completely achy. It feels like I ran some kind of long-distance race with the flu. But I know for a fact that haven’t run in… in… at least a month, probably more. I don’t remember.

My task for the week (other than unpacking boxes, making sure the new washer and dryer are working, replacing light bulbs and toilet seats) was to put together our brand new grill. It came in a box from Home Depot, that Nirvana of DIY projects, and like most things that come in a box it required some constructing.

This is what the box contained.

Many, many pieces, large and small

Many, many pieces, large and small.

And after about two hours working with a screwdriver, this is what the box revealed.

Wow, look at that.

My father would be so proud.

And for those of you wondering what dinner looked like that evening, here is a closer look.

Can you smell it cookin'?

Can you smell it cookin’?

In my next post I will regale you on how I have started making raspberry-apple smoothies with my brand new blender.

(No, I won’t, I promise…)

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A weekend fix-it project

4 03 2012

This weekend’s do-it-yourself home improvement construction project was one that is very close to my heart. After becoming an expert in mounting doorknobs in my Florida condo in December, I now had a chance to return to another craft I know and love: putting together a new barbeque.

Here in Europe, everything is smaller than it is in North America. So a few years ago, we got a teeny little gas grill for our teeny little balcony. I put it together all by myself. It took 6 hours.

I loved our own personal barbecue out on the balcony. We used it rain or shine, snow or drought, night or day. Whenever we felt like we needed some very good seared flesh, we fired that baby up and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. We felt like we were back home on the range.

Last week then, a tragic discovery. Rust had completely eaten through the bottom of our beloved little grill, leaving a gaping hole large enough to put a basketball through. This was bad, very bad. And reason enough to go out and get a new one right away.

And here it is.

A box.

You’ll notice what it says on the upper right hand corner of this box:

"Montage facile." Uh-huh. Yeah, right.

Then take a look inside.

Hm. Hope all the parts are in there.

Okay, so I started to unpack everything and spread all the pieces out evenly across the living room rug. With the expectation, of course, just like every item of Ikea furniture ever conceived, that you never know if you have enough screws until you are missing the very last one.

For everyone who thinks my husband took over command of the situation, here is proof that it was, indeed, my own personal project. That’s the igniter I am holding in my hand, by the way.

ES can read, too.

Just a few moments after this shot was taken, I discovered that I had screwed the tub onto the frame backwards, and had to take it all apart again. Harumph.

But putting together a spanking new barbeque is not really rocket science – if you follow the instructions carefully and can figure out all the diagrams. I cut my work time by two thirds and our grill was standing on the balcony just over two hours after I first slit open the box.

Ta-dah!

Mmmm…. Looking forward to dinner tonight. Bon ap!

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