|Look upon the wonders of my world!|
It's the age of men
I'm the lord of my castle
The sov'reign, the liege!
I treat my subjects: servants, children, wife
With a firm but gentle hand
How could you not be enamoured of this sentiment? So fitting for me is it not as I gaze out from my shoebox and look upon my fiefdom. Eh? Eh? Eh/
Noblesse Oblige! Yesh.
|Razor wire is as nothing as to DWE's sharpies|
In any case, let's stop talking about DWE because after all these little postings are about me. Not the Queen Mum of Yaletown.
|Toothpaste is not just for teeth but for all household surfaces|
|Bubbles don't lie...|
The shelf sat around while I decided where it should go - a palaver of a problem in itself - then while little M and her trigger-happy entourage were around, they helped me put it up in the First Battle of the Bending Brackets, which the shelf won handily.
There were two brackets supplied with the shelf that had been handily screwed in, and holes (not very good holes as it turns out) gouged into the bracket for the screw to sit in. The stud finder came out and studs (2) were found in the wall, and anchor and screws were put in. The brackets were matched to the screws, and the shelf was hung, and it was level. Then the brackets started bending as they weren't strong enough to hold the shelf up. Then the screws and anchors started creaking and coming out. Round one to the shelf.
|Forged in the fires of Mordor...|
So I brought the shelf down again, removed the tinny brackets, and hied to Homo Depot bought fresh shiny steel brackets. Dr. J with his blurry eyes came over with his power drill to 'help'.
We measured distances from the top, the bottom and the two sides numerous times. We fixed the brackets on, we drilled holes - by the way, it helps if you have the switch on 'forward' rather than 'reverse' when you're drilling in. Just saying. Then Dr. J said he'd measure - and I should have said no because of his blurry, rheumy eyes. The brackets were screwed in, the anchors were put in, the shelf was hoisted up and hung on the one wall stud, and the anchors on the right, but despite our best efforts, the brackets didn't quite reach the screws on the left so the shelf hung, relatively solidly but was askew. I looked askance at Dr. J, and he looked back at me blurrily and said, "Have to go!", and he went before I fired drill bits at him with the drill. Shelf - 2; humans with PhDs - 0.
|No shelf will be left unhung in the shoebox...|
So back to Homo Depot where this very nice employee with much expertise in wood working listened carefully to my problem and my new, third plan of attack. He concurred and approved of my new plan, and said that really that was the only way to do it with exotic hard woods, and made one suggestion to improve on the plan. And this is what I did, I drilled holes through the shelf, used the brackets as washers, screwed the back into the one wall stud (the second turned out to be a chimera) with 3 inch screws, bunged six other screws through the shelf, and into 75lb anchors into the dry-wall to spread the load evenly, and Bob's your Uncle. And so now the shelf is attached rock solid to the wall, and it's level to boot (see the bubbles that don't lie. This was a huge learning experience, and the best lesson learnt? Not measure twice, cut once, but trust your eye, and your own judgement. The nice man in Homo Depot would agree; he said that walls aren't always level and your eye (unless blurry) is often the best judge.
In the final analysis, I won, and that always pleases me. And now my Ching Dynasty Dragon has a home of its own finally.