My sweetie can fix anything. Remember when he stopped the radio antenna on the back of my Element from punching holes in my new and expensive garage door? The Electrician is a stellar engineer of minor things. He can and drummed up many things with stuff he’s found around the house and a few random parts from Home Depot. Heck, he was even responsible for the rigging behind my award winning Halloween costume this year, because a work of art is much more effective when it’s hanging straight.
Today he completed yet another practical task. I acquired a slightly used elliptical machine from a friend earlier this week. It was too small for her, but since she has legs like the road runner and I have legs like a komodo dragon, the stride length seems to work for me. I may be taking my life in my hands every time I try to hurdle a concrete parking lot barrier, but my short limbs mean I can make good use of entry-level fitness equipment. Booyah!
When we dragged it through the back door of the dollhouse, simultaneously jumping the step into the kitchen and breaking the bolted-on water bottle holder into four pieces, I noticed the elliptical machine had no book ledge. I suppose this was a feature I should have investigated before hauling it home. My visions of reading e-book after e-book while trimming excess me were dashed.
Once it was in the living room, where an exercise machine needs to be if I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t exist, I started thinking about some way to read and “run” at the same time. I need something interesting to distract me from the fact that I’m sweating and running to nowhere in particular when there is a perfectly good leather sectional five feet to the north. I imagined something elaborate to suspend my Kobo in the space between the upright handles. It involved clipboard, a big rubber band, and two white vinyl erasers as spacers to keep the rubber band from turning pages before I was ready.
Yesterday I asked The Electrician if he had any ideas for a Kobo suspension system. He said, “Ummm,” rubbed his beard, and told me he was going to Home Depot. (Sometimes I think he just goes there to relax, like when I spend an hour in a bubble bath.) Tonight after dinner he unveiled his work.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a solution for life by The Electrician if it didn’t involve some kind of electrical hardware.
This time, the project called for those nifty metal brackets. I asked. They’re called electrical conduit couplings. High tech stuff. Oops. The Electrician just clarified. They are “one inch EMT couplings.” How snazzy.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to test out my book holder. I might even go for a jog to nowhere while I’m reading.
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