Table Setting

Not to be outdone by Jacquie’s Wild Hair Bathroom Gutting, we’ve got a home improvement project of our own going on around here . . .

The Table.

Mom and Dad came over on Sunday morning, on their way back from Rhode Island. I know! It’s so great to get to see them so often lately. We’ve got to think of many, many more project for Dad to do for us.
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They arrived with the beautifully stained and finished Dad-built leaves for our table.
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We got them positioned . . .

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. . . they only fit one certain way . . .
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. . . then we locked them to eachother.
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And then, we screwed the legs in. Oh dear. A problem. The screws on the legs are ¾"; the holes are 5/16".
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Dad has to take them home and replace the bolts. The table looks awesome, though, doesn't it?
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A Sunday morning bloody mary with Mom is a good, good thing. We like to pretend our Caribbean triptych is really 3 windows looking out onto St. John.

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Mistah Schleckah was there for the fun . . .

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. . . although his beverage choice was the juice-only variety.

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It was just a lovely visit . . .

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. . . I made chicken quesadillas . . .
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. . . and we got Dad immediately started on another project -- gluing the dowels of our wine rack, which had been separating. Nice workbench, Dad. And look, on that table in the background . . .

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Mom and Dad, June 20, 1959. And nearly 50 years later, delivering handbuilt leaves to their (ahem, favorite) daughter and son-in-law in New London, Connecticut.

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Just perfect.

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Oh, and the obvious question? Dad's a perfectionist; how could he possibly have gotten the size of the bolts wrong?

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The answer is obvious. I measured them.