From Sweden to Kabul
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drscottSo I've been assembling IKEA kitchen cabinets in the garage for installation in the laundry room. Here are the sum total of the English instructions:
The rest of the instructions are cartoons, often obscure. I can't believe normal people can understand these. It's almost easier to look at the parts and put them together by trial and error. Assembly wasn't hard, once I realized the two mistakes in the pictographs. And the parts are really well made, so the usual problem of aseemble-it-yourself furniture, misaligned holes, doesn't happen. The doors even hang perfectly.
Also on the recent agenda: slowly removing the sod from the fresh planting zone in the front yard, which we are gradually converting from grass to landscaping. I throw the sod into the bamboo out back, which needs more soil. Meanwhile, the early summer has forced all the trees into leaf and the new plants, like the Pride of Madeira, into bloom -- it has spectacular purple flower spikes.
Leg day at the gym. I couldn't push my record leg press because as I walked up to the machine I use, the Asian guy who likes to do bouncing calf presses on it and read the newspaper for an hour arrived. I always give ground if there's any question of who got there first, but I muttered curses walking away -- how unattractive of me. So it was off to one of the four other machines, none of which are comparable.
Dinner. We went to Kabul Afghan Restaurant with Mike's son Dan and his fiancee Kim to discuss the wedding plans and the gift we're giving them, tickets to wherever their honeymoon cruise originates. I guess Dan is technically my stepson, and I couldn't be prouder of him -- he's sweet, likes The Simpsons, and is doing really well as a web designer at Sun. Kim is a chattery but firm woman of Vietnamese extraction who's rejected traditional parental control for a completely Americanized life. They're terribly cute together.
At one point, Dan asked me if I would come to the wedding if they invited me. I said sure, I'd be honored. It's really Mike who has the negative history with Dan's mother's (his ex-wife's) family, and we all expect some of them to be less than cool, but tough -- the kids want everyone to behave, and they will.
Besides, the food they're planning sounds great!
The assembly should be carried out by a qualified person, due to the fact that wrong assembly can lead to that the furniture/object topples or falls resulting in personal injury or damage.
The rest of the instructions are cartoons, often obscure. I can't believe normal people can understand these. It's almost easier to look at the parts and put them together by trial and error. Assembly wasn't hard, once I realized the two mistakes in the pictographs. And the parts are really well made, so the usual problem of aseemble-it-yourself furniture, misaligned holes, doesn't happen. The doors even hang perfectly.
Also on the recent agenda: slowly removing the sod from the fresh planting zone in the front yard, which we are gradually converting from grass to landscaping. I throw the sod into the bamboo out back, which needs more soil. Meanwhile, the early summer has forced all the trees into leaf and the new plants, like the Pride of Madeira, into bloom -- it has spectacular purple flower spikes.
Leg day at the gym. I couldn't push my record leg press because as I walked up to the machine I use, the Asian guy who likes to do bouncing calf presses on it and read the newspaper for an hour arrived. I always give ground if there's any question of who got there first, but I muttered curses walking away -- how unattractive of me. So it was off to one of the four other machines, none of which are comparable.
Dinner. We went to Kabul Afghan Restaurant with Mike's son Dan and his fiancee Kim to discuss the wedding plans and the gift we're giving them, tickets to wherever their honeymoon cruise originates. I guess Dan is technically my stepson, and I couldn't be prouder of him -- he's sweet, likes The Simpsons, and is doing really well as a web designer at Sun. Kim is a chattery but firm woman of Vietnamese extraction who's rejected traditional parental control for a completely Americanized life. They're terribly cute together.
At one point, Dan asked me if I would come to the wedding if they invited me. I said sure, I'd be honored. It's really Mike who has the negative history with Dan's mother's (his ex-wife's) family, and we all expect some of them to be less than cool, but tough -- the kids want everyone to behave, and they will.
Besides, the food they're planning sounds great!
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Date: 2004-03-21 11:20 am (UTC)I haven't bought anything big at IKEA, although I've looked for large nordic men. I thought they (IKEA, not the nordic men) were supposed to understand things like self-assembly. Too bad. At least it's well made, so you can indeed piece it all together yourself, if you'll pardon the pun.
I don't think I've ever heard you swear. The newspaper-reading guy at the gym must have relatives here in Fremont, because they show up at my gym, too: 8 reps at a fly machine, 20 minutes of reading, 3 more reps and whew! exhaustion sets in. Luckily they bring their liter of water with them—you know, to stave off yet another hydration emergency.
Kabul is one of my favorite restaurants and Dan & Kim sound like a cool couple. I love hearing you and Mike talk about them because you both sound so proud of Dan. My cousin, Carl, recently married a firm woman of Vietnamese descent who observes many of her cultural traditions but is firmly Americanized as a strong woman. She'll fit right in with the other women of our family. I hope Dan & Kim are as happy together.