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Wednesday, February 03, 2010

The Finisher II and A Note to Ford

You may recall this post I did about finishing things. My first project was the thrifted table. I cleaned the sewing machine table, removed the machine, and spent 40 minutes trying to saw a board using a tiny handsaw to fit inside it as a shelf. I gave up sawing the board after Other Half made me see the futility of 40 minutes of work vs. four inches of sawed wood when my father has a perfectly nice table saw. "But I REALLY WANT to finish," I said desperately, calculating that I could be finished by 3 or 4 in the morning (tops.) He talked me out of it, and then moved the table upstairs so it can be my vanity (where I can open the window and survey the vast tracts of land behind my stately villa while applying MAC makeup and assessing the progression of what could be wrinkles, but most certainly are not, and all with natural light.)

The next day, I left work in search of soup for lunch after a morning spent at the dentist. As I was about to pull into the parking lot, I heard a giant CLUNK CLUINK CLUNK along with the usual grinding sound, and the car felt like it didn't want to move, as if the power steering had broken. I managed to park the car. Not knowing what else to do, I went into the soup place and ordered a cup of soup to go. I got back into my car. I sat there for about 10 minutes. Then, why not, I started it up to make it back to my office.

The CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK stopped once the car hit 25 mph. The horrible grinding, like someone had taken the belts in my car and replaced them with terrified robot cats, kept going. I tested the brakes and wouldn't you know, only the left side was working. It also sounded like some large hammer had broken free from the passenger's side and was hitting against the wheel, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. I called up Other Half and we decided that if I could get the car home, that would be it, the end of the line.

Yes, for my second finishing project I FINISHED MY CAR.

I had wanted to surprise you all with some great picture of a NEW FANCY CAR ( you know, the kind without a hole) before I told you that my car died, but that's not what happened. What happened is that I drove home through rush-hour traffic on the side roads with my hazards on hoping and praying that the huge hammer (probably now with added sickle) wouldn't cause my car to catapult, kill me and some innocent, unlucky person whose only crime was thinking they could get a frozen yogurt at 5:00 on a Tuesday.

So we're down to one car...

Dear Ford,

I'd love to be yours....(read more.)

12 comments:

Petit Elefant said...

You can't win 'em all kid, you can't win 'em all.

Susan Petersen said...

finishing your car is a HUGE project. you should be so proud of yourself.

AzĂșcar said...

You know, I kind of am. I maintained I'd drive that car into the ground, and then I totally did. It only took me 14 years. Not bad, not bad.

{natalie} said...

i love that sewing desk. it's pretty awesome.

amelia said...

Please post a picture of the hole.

Waldo said...

I love that, despite how bat-crap insane your politics are, you too associate communism with evil.

AzĂșcar said...

Haha! Communism is evil. So is Fascism. Let's all Lindy Hop to the middle and get some stuff done, I say.

Natalie | The Bobby Pin said...

I really want you to be a Ford gal.

Except didn't your current Ford die? Perhaps it really is found on the road dead?

Dear Ford, please prove this gal wrong and give Jet Set a car!

thedoodlegirl said...

*LOVE* that desk!! Sorry 'bout your car! We're down to one, too!

Amy Jones said...

Is it possible that Ford would take pity on you and grant your wish? Stranger things have happened, right?

Right?

Well...I'll still cross my fingers for you. Sorry about the car, but impressed that you actually drove it into the ground. That's determination.

Stepper the Mighty said...

:: applause, applause ::

The old girl gave a good fight. She was hard to bring down, but in the end - she was no match for you.

I wonder if Ford is up to the challenge?

But can we talk about how charming the vintage orange table is (do we still call it a sewing table sans machine?)? Good work!

Rachel said...

That table is da-rool (drool) worthy. Love it. Sorry about the ride. Let's hang out sometime soon. I seem to have picked up some of the pieces....