Remember earlier this week I said I was ordering a portable greenhouse for getting seedlings ready for planting in the garden?
This is what came in the mail, in the box, of course ;-) I put on some really great music (because everything is better with really great music), and got right to it.
Putting it together was reminiscent of my many years playing with Tinker Toys. Remember those? Only, there was no real room for creativity with this greenhouse.
While I was putting it all together, it occurred to me, this is really women's work. Here's why.
With the men in my family, I see this going one of two ways.
1) not at all according to the instruction sheet, because as we all know, men don't need instructions. And there needs to be that requisite moment of wondering why the manufacturer sent all the wrong pieces.
or, 2) a matter of overthinking this, completely. Because, as we all know, there must be a "best" way to do this, a formula, a dozen or more "special" tools, pieces laid out tidily, not in a heap on the floor (as my get-right-to-it nature would have), but in an organized fashion, so that each piece is in easy reach at just the appropriate time. Now, this greenhouse would most definitely turn out perfectly, there's no doubt about that. It's just that a 30-minute assembly could potentially turn into hours and hours of meticulous execution.
As I said, this is definitely women's work!
(just kidding, of course -- <wink> )