I didn't mean to fall asleep, but it was three in the morning and my eyes were tired.
We went out to the monthly Game Night at Larry Joe's house, leaving Cheryl and Deborah at home (since Deb wasn't feeling completely well yet) - Mary, James, Adam and I. It's mostly for Adam that we go, he of the Heroscape fanatical bent, but Mary and James will dive into a quick board game when the mood strikes them.
We brought the Heroscape gear and a little card game as well; it was the card game which got going first, though, owing to the familiarity with which most of the other attendees had with the game. One round into the three-round game, Adam dropped out to start a Heroscape match with someone else, leaving the rest of us to finish up. Took us a good hour to do so, but we did.
My energy level dropped off rapidly at that point, it being nearly ten o'clock, so while the kids found other distractions, I curled up on the couch and closed my eyes and let the white noise of the various gameplay wash over me like a warm blanket.
At some point, while my brain was still quite fuzzy, Larry Joe came over and told me that it would be perfectly fine if I wanted to go on home and leave Adam there with the rest of the serious gamers; he'd bring him home when everyone was done. Knowing that Adam lives for these Game Nights, and knowing there was no way I could last as long as he can under those circumstances (i.e. in a competitive environment), I agreed to his proposal.
Some time later, Mary and James were ready to go, so we gathered up all our things and walked out to the car and drove down the street - and then I remembered through the ancient creakings of my fuzzy brain that I'd forgotten my laptop! So we turned around, drove back, snuck in, grabbed the laptop, snuck out again, drove down the street, arrived home, and got everyone to bed.
I sat on the couch, waiting, til Adam got home. And tried to stay awake. Really. But some time around two-thirty or three o'clock, my eyes shut and my body went into sleep mode. Then at three-thirty in the morning, a noise at the front door awoke me. It was Adam, brought home by Larry Joe. Yay! Now it was time to go to bed.
Almost.
First, Adam had to tell me about his gaming experience.
So we didn't end up getting to sleep until somewhere around four in the morning.
Now you know why I slept in til ten this morning.
(Yawn)
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day
I passed a green-covered hillside today, bedecked with flowers and flags and crowds of people walking slowly among the carefully-polished stones which were arranged in haphazard patterns throughout the field. There were old people and young people and people in uniform and people in summer clothes; there were people using walkers and there were infants in strollers and there were young couples with toddlers in hand and there were middle-aged people who looked as though they'd been punched in the stomach.
I was coming home from the store, a great big warehouse store where there is more merchandise than I can ever imagine using, things that were invented by people who had the freedom to think for themselves, to come up with ideas, and to make something from those ideas, and make a living with those ideas; these things have enabled me to live a comfortable life where it is even possible for me to take for granted all the wonderful things that are available for me to buy.
But I won't.
Because over on that hillside are the stones with the names of the people who were willing to go to foreign lands and fight against other people who wanted to take those opportunities away from us, people who don't believe that it is right for men to choose their own destinies. Many of those people were young people, just a little older than my own children, and they might not have even understood the full ramifications of their decision, nor fully agreed with all the opinions of the people who sent them to those places far away.
But they went.
They may have imagined, as I would, that those kinds of things never happen to me, they always happen to somebody else. They may have imagined that it would all end and they'd come back home and have some great stories to tell their friends, their spouse, their children; but then one day Something Happened, and they came face-to-face with the fact that they would not be coming home to share those stories, and instead other people would be telling stories about them, how brave they were, how noble they were, how loved they were. Only they didn't really want to be the subject of stories, they just wanted to finish the job they'd been asked to do and go home, to be with the ones they loved, to continue living in the great country that had given them so much, and where there were still so many opportunities to be more.
But they died.
Now the families and the friends walk silently through the field looking down at the stones and reading the names and calculating the years and muttering about how young they were; or they try to remember the last time they saw their loved one alive, and are grieved to realize that the memories are getting fuzzy, and the faces are starting to become indistinct in their mind, and they have to look at the photographs more often to truly remember. And they feel the hurt that everyone feels when the realization strikes home that these memorials are not really for the dead, but for the living; it is the living who mourn, who cry, who feel an unquenchable loss, who must set aside a day to walk these narrow rows in the field and read the names and remember the faces; because we must be reminded of these things, of these people, of these sacrifices, of these duties we all share, because were it not for the people whose names are inscribed on the stones on this hillside, we would not be able to get in our cars and drive to a store and find all manner of interesting things to make our lives better, buy it, take it home, and share it with our loved ones, enjoying the freedom and prosperity that is known by no other country in the world the way it is known in ours.
And when we or our children finally forget those people, when we in our ignorance take for granted the sacrifice which has been made in our behalf, our freedom and prosperity will disappear.
So let us not forget.
Let us remember.
I was coming home from the store, a great big warehouse store where there is more merchandise than I can ever imagine using, things that were invented by people who had the freedom to think for themselves, to come up with ideas, and to make something from those ideas, and make a living with those ideas; these things have enabled me to live a comfortable life where it is even possible for me to take for granted all the wonderful things that are available for me to buy.
But I won't.
Because over on that hillside are the stones with the names of the people who were willing to go to foreign lands and fight against other people who wanted to take those opportunities away from us, people who don't believe that it is right for men to choose their own destinies. Many of those people were young people, just a little older than my own children, and they might not have even understood the full ramifications of their decision, nor fully agreed with all the opinions of the people who sent them to those places far away.
But they went.
They may have imagined, as I would, that those kinds of things never happen to me, they always happen to somebody else. They may have imagined that it would all end and they'd come back home and have some great stories to tell their friends, their spouse, their children; but then one day Something Happened, and they came face-to-face with the fact that they would not be coming home to share those stories, and instead other people would be telling stories about them, how brave they were, how noble they were, how loved they were. Only they didn't really want to be the subject of stories, they just wanted to finish the job they'd been asked to do and go home, to be with the ones they loved, to continue living in the great country that had given them so much, and where there were still so many opportunities to be more.
But they died.
Now the families and the friends walk silently through the field looking down at the stones and reading the names and calculating the years and muttering about how young they were; or they try to remember the last time they saw their loved one alive, and are grieved to realize that the memories are getting fuzzy, and the faces are starting to become indistinct in their mind, and they have to look at the photographs more often to truly remember. And they feel the hurt that everyone feels when the realization strikes home that these memorials are not really for the dead, but for the living; it is the living who mourn, who cry, who feel an unquenchable loss, who must set aside a day to walk these narrow rows in the field and read the names and remember the faces; because we must be reminded of these things, of these people, of these sacrifices, of these duties we all share, because were it not for the people whose names are inscribed on the stones on this hillside, we would not be able to get in our cars and drive to a store and find all manner of interesting things to make our lives better, buy it, take it home, and share it with our loved ones, enjoying the freedom and prosperity that is known by no other country in the world the way it is known in ours.
And when we or our children finally forget those people, when we in our ignorance take for granted the sacrifice which has been made in our behalf, our freedom and prosperity will disappear.
So let us not forget.
Let us remember.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Memorial Day Weekend Part 2
The pollen was thick and heavy on the gazebo furniture this morning. No wonder I was sneezing my head off!
It didn't seem to bother Adam, though. He came outside onto the deck and had a nice lunch with me outside after church, not bothered by the flies and wasps buzzing around.
The girls stayed safely behind the screen in the kitchen.
It didn't seem to bother Adam, though. He came outside onto the deck and had a nice lunch with me outside after church, not bothered by the flies and wasps buzzing around.
The girls stayed safely behind the screen in the kitchen.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Memorial Day Weekend Part 1
It was a joy to sleep in this morning, especially after staying up so late last night. Nearly eight o'clock! Felt like such a slug-a-bed.
We had been hoping to go see the new Star Trek movie, but James was feeling a bit under the weather (and over the temperature), so we postponed that activity until later, and decided to work on various chores around the house instead. Cheryl and the kids cleaned house, I worked out in the garage. Nothing extraordinary, but it was progress.
The gazebo is now on the back deck, which will provide some shade during the summer months. The wasps, who are currently in the process of building their new nests, are busily investigating its nooks and crannies, searching for potential real estate. They have started some very interesting nests underneath the desk already; can't wait to see what kind of designs they come up with this year!
The community pool opened up today, so Cheryl took the girls over there after lunch to play with some friends - and to talk religion & politics with the other parents. I stayed home and continued to work on the garage, trying to figure out where to put all this stuff.
About four in the afternoon, I was overcome with a deep feeling of nappiness, so I went in and sat down on the couch in front of our very nice, relatively recent coffee table, and started watching a few episodes from Animaniacs Season One. Fell asleep. But that was OK, because James, who had gotten up from his sick bed for a while, came in and spotted me. And Adam, who was playing a game on the laptop, watched as well.
I hope the rest of the weekend is as restful. It's graduation weekend, though, and in this part of the country, that means lots of Open Houses for the graduates, which means a lot of visitation. Not sure if I'm up to much of that. I liked it better in Virginia, where you just graduate and then head off to Virginia Beach with the rest of your class to celebrate. And hopefully come back at the end of the celebration ready to get on with life.
Mary and Adam face off in a class Heroscape battle.
Deborah waits (im)patiently for Adam to stop playing Heroscape and come over to help solve a puzzling problem she's having on her DS.
James isn't feeling well enough to get out of bed yet, but he's strong enough to push the buttons on his PSP (i.e. PlayStation Portable).
We had been hoping to go see the new Star Trek movie, but James was feeling a bit under the weather (and over the temperature), so we postponed that activity until later, and decided to work on various chores around the house instead. Cheryl and the kids cleaned house, I worked out in the garage. Nothing extraordinary, but it was progress.
The gazebo is now on the back deck, which will provide some shade during the summer months. The wasps, who are currently in the process of building their new nests, are busily investigating its nooks and crannies, searching for potential real estate. They have started some very interesting nests underneath the desk already; can't wait to see what kind of designs they come up with this year!
The community pool opened up today, so Cheryl took the girls over there after lunch to play with some friends - and to talk religion & politics with the other parents. I stayed home and continued to work on the garage, trying to figure out where to put all this stuff.
About four in the afternoon, I was overcome with a deep feeling of nappiness, so I went in and sat down on the couch in front of our very nice, relatively recent coffee table, and started watching a few episodes from Animaniacs Season One. Fell asleep. But that was OK, because James, who had gotten up from his sick bed for a while, came in and spotted me. And Adam, who was playing a game on the laptop, watched as well.
I hope the rest of the weekend is as restful. It's graduation weekend, though, and in this part of the country, that means lots of Open Houses for the graduates, which means a lot of visitation. Not sure if I'm up to much of that. I liked it better in Virginia, where you just graduate and then head off to Virginia Beach with the rest of your class to celebrate. And hopefully come back at the end of the celebration ready to get on with life.
Mary and Adam face off in a class Heroscape battle.
Deborah waits (im)patiently for Adam to stop playing Heroscape and come over to help solve a puzzling problem she's having on her DS.
James isn't feeling well enough to get out of bed yet, but he's strong enough to push the buttons on his PSP (i.e. PlayStation Portable).
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Another Year Older, Another Year Wiser
If there is one characteristic of my sister Jan which stands out above the rest, it is her patient wisdom. She has gathered a lot of knowledge about life, the universe and everything in her years on this planet, and she patiently seeks to share this knowledge with those who are young, those who are struggling, those who just can't seem to figure things out. Thanks to her efforts, thousands of young people have been properly prepared to go out into that world and face the challenges that life has to offer, with faith in God and a hope for the future.
I hope you had a wonderful birthday, Jan!
I hope you had a wonderful birthday, Jan!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Busy Sunday
The concert starts in about an hour, so we gotta jet.
I didn't plan properly for today; thought I'd have the whole afternoon to catch up on some work, and spent most of yesterday afternoon trying to fix a sick computer. Then realized after dinner that today was all booked up.
James has his concert today at 3, then a friend of ours is having his PhD open house. By the time we get home, it'll be past dinner-time, and we'll be settling down for the evening.
I figure there's only four or five hours of work to do. Looks like I'll be staying up all night again.
I didn't plan properly for today; thought I'd have the whole afternoon to catch up on some work, and spent most of yesterday afternoon trying to fix a sick computer. Then realized after dinner that today was all booked up.
James has his concert today at 3, then a friend of ours is having his PhD open house. By the time we get home, it'll be past dinner-time, and we'll be settling down for the evening.
I figure there's only four or five hours of work to do. Looks like I'll be staying up all night again.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Rhett & Link
2:00 am
About to go pick up James from his band trip.
Started watching Rhett & Link. Accidentally.
2:15 am
I'm officially addicted to Rhett & Link. Why? Because they reminds me of Craig and Kelly, and the kind of shennanigans that happen when they get a video camera!
But it's time to leave. The buses are supposed to be at the school by 3, but I'm worried they might be early, so I'd better get going.
3:30 am
Picked up James at 3, brought him home, now we're watching R&L videos. He doesn't find them as funny as I do. Hmmm...
But he's hungry and wants to eat something, so he will watch them for awhile, til he gets full and tired.
4:30 am
James can't keep his eyes open, so he's heading off to bed.
6:30 am
Now I've been up all night watching Rhett & Link videos. Lame!! But I can't help it. This is the kind of stuff I'd much rather be doing than engineering. Especially project management. Yuck! I'm suddenly inspired to grab my guitar and a recording device and write a song about, "Life is More Than Engineering". Because it is.
And I wish I could sit and jam with Craig and Kelly.
Men's breakfast at 8. Should I just stay up, or try to sleep for an hour or so?
Decisions, decisions...
11:00 am
Went to the breakfast. Then went shopping for computer parts. Finally got Linux (Ubuntu) running on one of my PCs. Now to transfer it to one of the laptops.
Tired.
About to go pick up James from his band trip.
Started watching Rhett & Link. Accidentally.
2:15 am
I'm officially addicted to Rhett & Link. Why? Because they reminds me of Craig and Kelly, and the kind of shennanigans that happen when they get a video camera!
But it's time to leave. The buses are supposed to be at the school by 3, but I'm worried they might be early, so I'd better get going.
3:30 am
Picked up James at 3, brought him home, now we're watching R&L videos. He doesn't find them as funny as I do. Hmmm...
But he's hungry and wants to eat something, so he will watch them for awhile, til he gets full and tired.
4:30 am
James can't keep his eyes open, so he's heading off to bed.
6:30 am
Now I've been up all night watching Rhett & Link videos. Lame!! But I can't help it. This is the kind of stuff I'd much rather be doing than engineering. Especially project management. Yuck! I'm suddenly inspired to grab my guitar and a recording device and write a song about, "Life is More Than Engineering". Because it is.
And I wish I could sit and jam with Craig and Kelly.
Men's breakfast at 8. Should I just stay up, or try to sleep for an hour or so?
Decisions, decisions...
11:00 am
Went to the breakfast. Then went shopping for computer parts. Finally got Linux (Ubuntu) running on one of my PCs. Now to transfer it to one of the laptops.
Tired.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
A Wonderful Night to Fly
We walked around the neighborhood tonight, and as we went past the large field by the elementary school, it struck me that the night was perfect for flying.
Model airplanes, that is.
I've had a cheap, plastic, forty-dollar radio control model airplane sitting in my closet for two or three years now, gathering dust. I don't recall when it last flew. It's a really stupid model: instead of using a rudder to turn, it utilizes two props with throttle controls. When one prop is turning faster than the other, the plane turns one way, and when the other prop turns faster, the plane turns the other direction - sorta like a tank control. Only trouble is, it's very finicky, so a slight adjustment to the throttles can snap the plane into a quick roll, and unless it's already thirty feet off the ground, it's gonna crash.
I haven't gotten a successful flight out of it yet. But it was cheap.
James and I were strolling through the clothing store the other day (to get him some dress shoes for an upcoming concert) and found some cheap R/C planes and helicopters in the "accessories" section. These were little planes and helicopters, the kind you can fly in your living room, for only twenty dollars. I almost bought one of 'em, but decided to be intelligent instead, and bought a trio of socks.
One of these days, I'm going to spend some serious money and get a serious R/C airplane, and get into my long-lost flying hobby again.
***
Meanwhile, my other hobby is going just swimmingly. Not. Computers, I mean. Been trying to build a case for my gaming PC (since none of the commercial cases appeal to me, and I've always wanted to be a serious case modder). But haven't had the time. So the innards of the PC are scattered all over the desk, waiting for me to find some time. The kids are a bit irritated, since it's the one they generally use for games and school stuff. But they've managed to get by, using my laptop.
There's also a set of old laptops waiting to get Linux installed, but there've been issues with 'em. One of them had Win 2K installed, but the OS locked up due to some weird hardware problem. I installed XP instead and it ran OK, but that was just a test since I didn't plan on running XP on that one. Tried to install Linux, but that locked up, too. It seems both Win 2K and Linux were experiencing difficulty with the hardware, while XP had no trouble. Go figure.
So I took the hard drive out of that one and put it in another laptop, tried to install Linux. Took me three tries. And the CD-ROM drive was acting funny. My plan is to swap the drive back into the other laptop to see what happens. Just for grins.
I have a really old laptop that won't install the latest Ubuntu Linux for some odd reason. The CD-ROM just stops spinning, late in the install. Took an old Red Hat (from 1998!) and it installed fine. Can't figure that one out.
I've got more PCs than I know what to do with, and they've all got one problem or another (which is why no one else can use them). And I'm one of those people who can't let go of anything that still works partially. Ought to be able to find a use for it somewhere. Grandma would be proud.
***
Got to get up early in the morning, as James is heading off to Chicago on a field trip for the band kids. The class is going to attend a performance of Mary Poppins (the musical stage show) as the highlight of the trip, but will also see the sights of the Navy Pier, the Planetarium, and the Field House (aka Natural History Museum).
We got an email late this afternoon that there was an opening for a chaparone, but the price is a bit steep - $180! Sorta hard to come up with on short notice.
Oh, well. Maybe next time.
Model airplanes, that is.
I've had a cheap, plastic, forty-dollar radio control model airplane sitting in my closet for two or three years now, gathering dust. I don't recall when it last flew. It's a really stupid model: instead of using a rudder to turn, it utilizes two props with throttle controls. When one prop is turning faster than the other, the plane turns one way, and when the other prop turns faster, the plane turns the other direction - sorta like a tank control. Only trouble is, it's very finicky, so a slight adjustment to the throttles can snap the plane into a quick roll, and unless it's already thirty feet off the ground, it's gonna crash.
I haven't gotten a successful flight out of it yet. But it was cheap.
James and I were strolling through the clothing store the other day (to get him some dress shoes for an upcoming concert) and found some cheap R/C planes and helicopters in the "accessories" section. These were little planes and helicopters, the kind you can fly in your living room, for only twenty dollars. I almost bought one of 'em, but decided to be intelligent instead, and bought a trio of socks.
One of these days, I'm going to spend some serious money and get a serious R/C airplane, and get into my long-lost flying hobby again.
***
Meanwhile, my other hobby is going just swimmingly. Not. Computers, I mean. Been trying to build a case for my gaming PC (since none of the commercial cases appeal to me, and I've always wanted to be a serious case modder). But haven't had the time. So the innards of the PC are scattered all over the desk, waiting for me to find some time. The kids are a bit irritated, since it's the one they generally use for games and school stuff. But they've managed to get by, using my laptop.
There's also a set of old laptops waiting to get Linux installed, but there've been issues with 'em. One of them had Win 2K installed, but the OS locked up due to some weird hardware problem. I installed XP instead and it ran OK, but that was just a test since I didn't plan on running XP on that one. Tried to install Linux, but that locked up, too. It seems both Win 2K and Linux were experiencing difficulty with the hardware, while XP had no trouble. Go figure.
So I took the hard drive out of that one and put it in another laptop, tried to install Linux. Took me three tries. And the CD-ROM drive was acting funny. My plan is to swap the drive back into the other laptop to see what happens. Just for grins.
I have a really old laptop that won't install the latest Ubuntu Linux for some odd reason. The CD-ROM just stops spinning, late in the install. Took an old Red Hat (from 1998!) and it installed fine. Can't figure that one out.
I've got more PCs than I know what to do with, and they've all got one problem or another (which is why no one else can use them). And I'm one of those people who can't let go of anything that still works partially. Ought to be able to find a use for it somewhere. Grandma would be proud.
***
Got to get up early in the morning, as James is heading off to Chicago on a field trip for the band kids. The class is going to attend a performance of Mary Poppins (the musical stage show) as the highlight of the trip, but will also see the sights of the Navy Pier, the Planetarium, and the Field House (aka Natural History Museum).
We got an email late this afternoon that there was an opening for a chaparone, but the price is a bit steep - $180! Sorta hard to come up with on short notice.
Oh, well. Maybe next time.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Vacation - Day 6
OK, so technically, this isn't vacation. It's just a Saturday.
Actually, it's not just any Saturday, either. It's Adam's birthday!
Happy Birthday, Adam!
I just needed to do a couple more things on the basement today before "retiring" to work on some other critical tasks (i.e. the car, some reports for work, etc.). There's one little piece of the closet wall that wasn't complete yet - the point where the two walls come together to form the outer angle. Since I was using two four-foot walls, and the closet is actually 66 inches wide, that leaves an 18-inch gap to be filled.
So I cut two 18-inch pieces and two 91-inch pieces and slapped them together and stuck 'em in the open corner and put up some insulation to get that full "3-D" effect, and ...
(Those of you who are into carpentry might notice that I'm cheating here by putting in R-19 insulation, which is intended for use in 2x6 walls; but that's only because I don't have any R-13 in the house, but still wanted to get an idea of what it will look like when the walls are up.)
If you're wondering what the inside of the closet looks like, here it is!
Actually, it's not just any Saturday, either. It's Adam's birthday!
Happy Birthday, Adam!
I just needed to do a couple more things on the basement today before "retiring" to work on some other critical tasks (i.e. the car, some reports for work, etc.). There's one little piece of the closet wall that wasn't complete yet - the point where the two walls come together to form the outer angle. Since I was using two four-foot walls, and the closet is actually 66 inches wide, that leaves an 18-inch gap to be filled.
So I cut two 18-inch pieces and two 91-inch pieces and slapped them together and stuck 'em in the open corner and put up some insulation to get that full "3-D" effect, and ...
(Those of you who are into carpentry might notice that I'm cheating here by putting in R-19 insulation, which is intended for use in 2x6 walls; but that's only because I don't have any R-13 in the house, but still wanted to get an idea of what it will look like when the walls are up.)
If you're wondering what the inside of the closet looks like, here it is!
Friday, May 01, 2009
Fifth Day of Vacation
The allergies hit hard today. I woke up with a headache and a stuffed-up nose and a scratchy throat. Took the meds and went back to bed (after doing the breakfast thing with the kids) and stayed there until nine. Then got up and went to work.
The main goal of the day was to put up the new, improved (thicker) wall between James' room and the rec room, but first, the old thin (2x3) wall had to go. It had been up now for several months and I'd gotten used to it; in fact, it was already wired with outlets so it could support my Computer Cave operations. But that had to go as well, now that the wall thickness was changing.
It wasn't too hard to pull the old wall out. The most difficult part was disconnecting the wiring, but I've gotten pretty good at that operation lately, after installing so many outlets on the outer walls. And then the new wall had to go up where we're planning on putting the kitchenette. And then the wiring that had been pulled from the old wall needed to be installed in a new outlet on the new wall.
Next, it was time to build a wall.
I'm using a very standardized plan for each wall. Two 4-foot plates, top and bottom, with five 91-inch studs, fourteen inches apart. Laid on the floor for assembly, it takes about twenty minutes to drill the holes and put the screws in place.
Here's one of the closet walls being built.
Now here it is in the raised position.
Oops! Ran out of lumber. Time for a Home Depot run!
Got my lumber, now I can build another wall.
And here is my other wall being built. This will be the angled wall for the closet.
And here it is in its place!
Now it's almost done.
I'm too tired to keep going, so I'm going to hit the sack and pick this up in the morning. Good-night!
The main goal of the day was to put up the new, improved (thicker) wall between James' room and the rec room, but first, the old thin (2x3) wall had to go. It had been up now for several months and I'd gotten used to it; in fact, it was already wired with outlets so it could support my Computer Cave operations. But that had to go as well, now that the wall thickness was changing.
It wasn't too hard to pull the old wall out. The most difficult part was disconnecting the wiring, but I've gotten pretty good at that operation lately, after installing so many outlets on the outer walls. And then the new wall had to go up where we're planning on putting the kitchenette. And then the wiring that had been pulled from the old wall needed to be installed in a new outlet on the new wall.
Next, it was time to build a wall.
I'm using a very standardized plan for each wall. Two 4-foot plates, top and bottom, with five 91-inch studs, fourteen inches apart. Laid on the floor for assembly, it takes about twenty minutes to drill the holes and put the screws in place.
Here's one of the closet walls being built.
Now here it is in the raised position.
Oops! Ran out of lumber. Time for a Home Depot run!
Got my lumber, now I can build another wall.
And here is my other wall being built. This will be the angled wall for the closet.And here it is in its place!
Now it's almost done.I'm too tired to keep going, so I'm going to hit the sack and pick this up in the morning. Good-night!
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