Don't Go Into The Barn...

Jennifer S. Bourget By Jennifer S. Bourget, 12th Nov 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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What really happens to those broken and non-functioning household items your significant other has taken away to "repair?"

Don't Go Into The Barn...

“I’m going to have to take this out to the Barn,” says my husband shaking his head. He’s trying (unsuccessfully) to screw together the wheeled hamper that has fallen apart due to severe abuse.
“Oh, so it’s going to be one of THOSE projects,” I say with barely contained sarcasm, rolling my eyes and looking away.
“What?” he chuckles.
“It’s going to go into the Barn and I’m never going to see it again! Just like the antique piano stool with the claw feet. Just like the tall kitchen chair that I bought at that used furniture place and painted a lovely buttery yellow and embellished with pale blue morning glories.”
He’s really laughing now. Really thinks this is funny. I’m telling you I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of that piano stool for years! And all that the kitchen chair needs is a new dowel to replace one that is broken. Out the door he goes, hamper in hand leaving the bathroom light on-again.
I really love that hamper. It’s on wheels, as I mentioned, and has a wooden frame with a detachable muslin bag. It lives in the downstairs bathroom right next to the washer and dryer. Very handy right? The top is a great place to pile folded clothes (or more likely dirty ones that won’t fit into the muslin bag), and the bag can be removed and washed when necessary (I think it’s been washed once). Anyone can see why I love it so much!
Sadly it’s been falling apart for quite some time-leaning precariously to one side or the other especially when a full laundry basket is set on top. Who would do such a stupid thing? It was just a matter of time before it collapsed completely. Apparently it needs new, larger sized screws to hold it together. I guess the Gorilla glue didn’t quite do the job.
How difficult is it to remove the existing screws and replace them with larger ones for heaven’s sake? Surely it can’t take that long? Will I ever see my beloved hamper again in this lifetime or is it destined to disappear into the Bermuda Triangle that is our Barn?
I just wandered upstairs to gather another load of dirty laundry from the hamper in our bedroom. For crying out loud, my husband has left the upstairs bathroom light on too! Down I go with my arms full. The downstairs bathroom light is on again. I walk in, turn the corner, and there is my wonderful wheeled hamper with the detachable muslin bag! I drop the pile of dirty clothes and push the hamper. No suspicious wiggling. No precarious leaning or general wonkiness. Whaddaya know? Looks like at least one finished project made it back out of the Barn. Maybe there’s hope for the antique piano stool and the tall kitchen chair after all.
Now maybe I can get my husband to remember to turn off the bathroom lights.


Chores, Dad, Family Life, Husbands, Moms, Unfinished Projects, Wives

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Healer, Artist, Gardener, Purveyor of Peace and Joy, Lover of Laughter and the Absurd!

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
12th Nov 2013 (#)

Interesting share. Sometimes sarcasm does the job! siva

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