Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Well here it is, the fourth of January, already. I haven't the slightest idea where the other days have gone. Right after Christmas, my husband decided to build a model railroad. Why? I have no idea. But since he's retired, he spends the better part of the day on his computer and the latter part watching TV, seldom getting out of his chair. So, I figured this would be a good hobby for him, get him moving. He was into photography, but since he developed emphysema, he can't go out and take pictures much anymore. Not that he did all that much to begin with - mostly (after spending a lot of money on camera equipment) he read about it. I do have to admit the pictures he did take were excellent.
Anyway, he found some websites, found a layout he liked and I encouraged him to order it. While we were waiting for the track to be delivered, we found some hobbyshops and train shops in the area. So, off we went to the store and he bought a train. It wasn't in either of our plans to buy a train, he just wanted to check out the shop. But, it was on sale and he couldn't pass up the deal.
But like every young boy (I know he's a grown man), my husband had fallen in love with this set and said he can have two scales. Of course he was right. I've seen several layouts with two scales. So we kept the train. Sunday, my son came over and took him to the Home Depot to purchase plywood and other wood to build the train table. Today is Tuesday and he still hasn't started it. So far he's been doing a lot of reading. Today the track arrived and I thought it might motivate him. Well, with the track came a book and yep, he's still reading. I'm beginning to think I should have just got him some books. It certainly would have been cheaper.
I guess he'll get to it one of these days, but gees, we're not getting any younger. You'd think he'd want it finished in his lifetime.
2 comments:
My Dad was a Jack of All Trades and master of none. I've told you all some stories...like when Dad decided he could install central air conditioning all by himself. Measuring was for amateurs.
By the time Dad installed the actual ductwork for the air condtioning, the holes were three times larger than the pipes. Living in the Country, we got a lot of living visitors enter the attic at the least invitation...and big, gaping holes, were HUMONGOUS invitations.
My son was about eight months old...(we were between moves so were staying with my parents for a few weeks until our new house became available.)
I was downstairs feeding my baby and yakking with my Mom in the kitchen when we hear this bass series of yelps from usptairs.
Mom and I raced up the steps to the bedroom I shared with my ex and he was screeching at the top of his lungs, staring at his big toe in abject horror. Sitting on his big toe, happily treating it like a juicy worm, was a giant...or so it seemed, black bird pecking for all its worth.
Dad's skills in installing central air conditioing did give my Mom and me a GREAT laugh...though my ex wasn't pleased a bird squirmed in around the pipes and dove for his succuluent big toe.
Having been involved in many similar such projects I know getting ready to do the doing takes much longer than the actual doing. Done is always remains a question mark.
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