Eva’s Byte #293 – Glued
"A triumph my dear, another triumph!" (Bob Cratchit, from A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens)
Not the least bit mechanically inclined, self-isolating during a pandemic has shown me a side of myself, hitherto unseen, due to my ineptitude for fixing what’s broken. While grateful for the preoccupation of writing—still, there’s no place to go, nor people to see—except during my weekly trip to the supermarket.
This week, on the same designated grocery shopping day, I ventured to Job Lot, a discount retailer with stores scattered about throughout New England and the Mid-Atlantic. Hard-pressed to find certain odds and ends in the supermarket aisles, or finding them too expensive, I ventured off the beaten path.
Out of all the needful items tossed into my shopping cart, Super Glue was one of them: a package of three .3g tubes for $1.00!
Today, I “pressed my luck” repairing two things I couldn’t toss out or patch with duct tape:
A knob on a bureau drawer, which a screwdriver couldn’t tighten, had come loose to the point of falling off every time I opened the drawer.
Press-toh! A triumph!
From old age, a knob on one of the cupboards at the bottom of my antique hutch snapped off. The pressure was on, so to speak, in getting metal-on-metal to adhere.
Press-toh! Another triumph!
In my capacity as a writer, you might say I glued my thoughts together to finish drafting chapter 61 in Part 3 of my Contemporary Work in Progress. As I conduct a read-through for proofing and editing, my eyes will be glued to the text, peering through a new pair of green-framed readers acquired at Job Lot for $2.99.
*May each of us triumph over adversity by carrying on those cherished seasonal traditions that are the glue for holding our holidays together.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Not the least bit mechanically inclined, self-isolating during a pandemic has shown me a side of myself, hitherto unseen, due to my ineptitude for fixing what’s broken. While grateful for the preoccupation of writing—still, there’s no place to go, nor people to see—except during my weekly trip to the supermarket.
This week, on the same designated grocery shopping day, I ventured to Job Lot, a discount retailer with stores scattered about throughout New England and the Mid-Atlantic. Hard-pressed to find certain odds and ends in the supermarket aisles, or finding them too expensive, I ventured off the beaten path.
Out of all the needful items tossed into my shopping cart, Super Glue was one of them: a package of three .3g tubes for $1.00!
Today, I “pressed my luck” repairing two things I couldn’t toss out or patch with duct tape:
A knob on a bureau drawer, which a screwdriver couldn’t tighten, had come loose to the point of falling off every time I opened the drawer.
Press-toh! A triumph!
From old age, a knob on one of the cupboards at the bottom of my antique hutch snapped off. The pressure was on, so to speak, in getting metal-on-metal to adhere.
Press-toh! Another triumph!
In my capacity as a writer, you might say I glued my thoughts together to finish drafting chapter 61 in Part 3 of my Contemporary Work in Progress. As I conduct a read-through for proofing and editing, my eyes will be glued to the text, peering through a new pair of green-framed readers acquired at Job Lot for $2.99.
*May each of us triumph over adversity by carrying on those cherished seasonal traditions that are the glue for holding our holidays together.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
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