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Lunchtime.
I got my new toy today.
The not-amused UPS delivery man was pleased to see that I was home. I felt sorry for him, so carried the boxes up the front steps into the house. He went from not-amused to semi-surprised at that.
It’s five boxes of parts.
The lightest is 30 pounds and the heaviest is around 140 pounds.
It’s my day off, but I’ve fielded three conference calls for work before lunch.
I finally have time to actually start digging into this stuff. I got the razor knife and started to cut.
Currently, I’m sitting in a sea of cardboard, styrofoam, plastic and other packing detritus.
I went through everything to be sure nothing was damaged. Looks OK so far.
There is one problem. I can tell that this is going to be a long afternoon.
I have five boxes of parts laid out on the floor.
I can’t find the instructions.
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LOL.
What is the end result of the building supposed to be?
It’s an exercise machine.
I’ve got one of my bedrooms turned into a reasonable place to do aerobic exercises (like the boot camp DVD that kicks my ass regularly through the week).
Now I’m turning a second bedroom into a room for this gigantic machine. The cat is horrified as I’m turning all the places he used to sleep and hide into these open rooms with no good places to curl up.
(I’m leaving him the boxes for a week or two, in payment.)
If anybody ever moves in with me, I’m screwed. I don’t see that being a risk any time soon, so I Build The Machine!
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