It was back to the regular grind yesterday for The Husband and me. The Boss is away at a seminar for the rest of this week, so it's boring and lonely in my office. Yesterday, I stuck it out until noon, then high-tailed it out of there. Might do the same thing today.
When I got home, I set up the laptop on the back porch to do some digitizing. It wasn't long before I heard Cousin Roger crank up his lawnmower and head this way. He'd been banned from the porch ever since I found out his girlfriend had covid, and then he came down with it, so it's been a while since we've had an opportunity to "talk shop" about his wood-working projects. He'd been busy while we were in Gatlinburg and had a lot to tell me.
Before he left, he said, "Hey, I wanted to ask if you would work on my overalls."
"What's wrong with 'em?"
"The straps ain't long enough."
Once upon a time, Cousin Roger was a terrific athlete, tall and lean. In the last few years, with his health problems and lack of exercise, he's grown an impressive paunch. The extra girth has created a gap between his overall bib and its galluses.
I said, "Well, let 'em out some."
He said, "I done let 'em out all the way!"
He wants me to cut the galluses and splice them with fabric strips. I said I'd give it a shot.
He also said that he is having trouble putting on his boots - the paunch is in the way (plus he's still not breathing quite right since covid) - but he has engineered a way around the problem. He has affixed two S-hooks to two lengths of rope, which he has tied to a sturdy stick. The S-hooks go into the holes at the top of his boots and - well, you probably get the idea.
He's a genius in his own way. ;)
No comments:
Post a Comment