Friday, June 10, 2011

For all you rockers and grannies out there!

I eat drill bits for breakfast.

  The original piece of furniture, nay, the only piece of furniture you could sit on, other than a folding chair or desk chair, for at least my first six months in Salt Lake City, was a rocker glider chair. I re-covered the cushions my second night in the apartment while watching the 1974 sci-fi hit Zardoz-where In the far future, a young Sean Connery is a savage trained only to kill. Wearing little more than a diaper, Connery finds a way into the community of bored immortals who alone preserve humanity's achievements.

   Good memories- so of course I couldn't throw the chair out when it eventually cracked under the weights of Mark and I. Also being too lazy, and fat, we didn't throw the broken chair away, but let it continue to sit in our living room and then on the front porch for six additional months. Today I attempt to turn that old broken down chair into a guitar stand for my baby's new 12-string.





I get my work jacket on and compile my pliers, screwdrivers, hammer, and appropriate wrenches and allen keys. 
Taking things apart can be one of the most enjoyable or frustrating experiences. The best way to approach the task is to go for the most obvious and easiest connections, and your path will unfold in front of you.