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Chapter 20


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Sometimes you're just screwed.

I had a weekend project, just to make a platform for a mattress. Half-inch plywood, bracing that I already had for the frame, nothing to it.

First of all, the mattress dimension that every site specifies and everybody knows, was wrong. A twin mattress is said to be 39 inches wide. Mine was a shade under 38 inches, so the professionally-cut, rounded corners, super hi-grade plywood I bought would be sticking out on the sides (I fixed it).

Then the two-by-fours that I bought at Home Deephole, while waiting a few months for deployment, twisted wildly. I bought the straightest ones in the pile, but they were just pretending. So I go back, like a dope, and get a replacement for the worst one, and soon the new one twisted itself into a pretzel as well.

This time I'm going to go back to the old-school lumberyard and get a couple of two-by-fours from them. So what if I bought three pieces of firewood in two long trips to Home Deephole. So what if I have to burn half a tank of gas going to the real lumberyard. My approach when faced with a doomed project is to forget the time, forget the expense, cancel everything else, and power through it.

I'm gonna get this done and it's going to be nice, dammit. Dammit.

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PS The nice fir two-by-fours that I bought at the real lumberyard cost me $20 each. Of course I'm shook, but I'm proud that I did it. They are angelically beautiful.

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