When I was in college one of my friends dated older guys with money. Me, an electrician, a mechanic, a finish carpenter . . . I just seemed inclined to prefer that “work with your hands” kind of guy. And the smells – oil, gas, wood, sweat . . .
She – left on the highway while he called a tow truck, just a bit to busy come and deal. (I know, I know, sounds normal now – but this was the late 70’s) Me, – met on the side of the road by my guy, with a grin, towed home and then watched as my car was worked on in the driveway. Heavy Texas air, cicadas in the trees. Electric.
All that silliness aside – my man now has skills. When our 12 year old golden retriever was seriously struggling to get up the stairs at our cabin, we had big issues. It was excruciatingly painful watching her attempt the up and down. She, so committed – so failing. It was coming down to either I was sleeping downstairs in the garage (also known as the Voodoo Lounge) or a solution needed to be developed. Immediately.
I LOVE researching around on the internet. After a bit of searching and watching some seriously interesting YouTube videos, I found some folks that were making “maneuver machines” out of boxes, pulleys, power tools and ingenuity. Yes, it was all a bit ‘red-necky” – but that said, these were real people solving a real problem – getting fur babies where they need to be -with family.
So, I say to the hubby “Look at this!” “Hmmm” he replys . . .
It was tricky. It was done. It IS beautiful!
