Last week we had a garage sale. Myself mostly getting rid of tools that I have duplicates of. It was hot and sunny. My pale Scottish/Dutch skin doesn't care much for sun, so I stretched a tarp accross the driveway using my antique truck as a support on one side. It was a slow day because of the heat and I was napping when a scrap scroungers truck drove by. Next thing you know I'm hobbling down the street on my cane yelling and waving my free arm. The nieghbors thought the heat scrambled my brains I'm sure.
This "repair" was a real annoyance to yours truly. Now you understand my excitment at the passing junk scroungers truck. One of the kids fell against the table a couple years ago during horseplay and the leg split right in half. The first plan was to use the new legs as aquired after cleaning of course. They were from a slightly smaller table and would have been less likely to cause a trip when walking past. Plans changed when I figured the only way to attach the new legs was to screw them direct to the bottom of the table top. The top being masonite and only 5/8" thick made me change gears. I was afraid a screw sturdy enough to hold in the masonite would show through the top. Or at the least damage it.
Well, I've gotten one thing off my honeydo list.
She would say FINALLY!!
I will say CORRECTLY!!
Woods, who is teaching her good things come to those that wait.