Two things happened today that are so out of the norm, I feel I must share.
First, there was a delivery to our house, and it was for ME! It’s not important what it was. It could have been an empty box for all I cared. But it was for ME! So many deliveries come to the house, and they’re never for ME. But obviously, this was my lucky day.
So I decided to press that luck, and do something that involved a tool. A screwdriver, actually. I know, sounds simple. To you maybe, but there’s a reason I didn’t stretch three generations of plumbers into a fourth, OK?
I decided to assemble the outdoor patio fireplace that’s been sitting in a box in the garage since last fall. This was my selection for a 15th anniversary gift from NBC Universal. I would like to think NBCU megaboss Jeff Zucker has an outdoor patio fireplace too. Really, everyone should have one, assuming you have an outdoors and a patio.
There were twelve parts I was capable of screwing up, and speaking of which, any number of screws and nuts. But I got it right on the first try! ME! This, unfortunately, is an event worth noting based on my sad history with tools.
The Dearly Beloved came out and cooed over my craftsmanship. (I think I heard a snort as she went back inside.) I stood there and admired my handiwork, as I always do when I complete a task without drawing blood.
It’s a tiny little life, but it’s mine. And this was a good day. A very good day.