Picture puzzle:
What do you see here?
(a) An abstract portrait of Benjamin Button
(b) The adolescent moon with acne
(c) A maverick’s attempt to create a car wheel from ingrain wallpaper
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Yesterday, I was reminded of the wonderful song by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, “This old house of ours is built on dreams”. I love this song (as I have loved Neil Young ever since I was a young girl).
The problem was, that my house (built around 1960) is not at all built on dreams. Rather, it is build from a mixture of marshmallows and granite. What you see below is my attempt to drill two holes into the wall above the door to my living room, intended to screw in a metal hook which is then intended to hold a system of ropes and slings which is then intended to serve as sports equipment (kind of high bar, rings, etc, all in one in a lightweight sling-and-ropes version – let’s call it a “gym to go”).
All this intention, piled up, needs to hold my weight securely during the workout, i.e. it MUST NOT not hold my weight because if it does NOT hold my weight, I will hurt myself – and that is not a good idea.
Hence, I need two nice holes of 6,5 cm depths, drilled with an 8 mm drill bit, to put my rawlplugs in which then need to securely hold the screws (they are monster screws due to the reasons mentioned above), which need then hold the metal hook.
But… it didn’t work. For roughly 6 cm, the wall is like marshmallow, so drilling is … like drilling into a marshmallow. But after that, there is granite. Or something harder than granite. After I started sweating, I tried drilling at another height, because in my experience, the hard bits are not everywhere. But no, not this time, this time the granite was everywhere.
So here we are, the project unfinished, myself un-worked-out, my wall pockmarked, myself frustrated, the granite laughing at me, and the marshmallows too.
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