Sunday after church we left for Mark and Lori's house to see our newest granddaughter, Claire. She is a sweetheart.



While there, Deke continued to work on the built-in bookcases for Mark and Lori. Months earlier, he had constructed the base units (sans doors) and planned on installing the upper bookcases the three days we were with the Joneses. Everything went normally for the first couple of days so while he worked int he garage, the girls oohed and ahhed over the baby and did some little jobs around the house:

Lori and I painted a twin bed

Had a picnic lunch with Mark on base over his lunch break

Even got to sit outside enjoying coffee on the deck one morning!
AND THEN:
For two days, Deke had worked in the garage making the upper bookcase units for the built-ins. We all pitched in to help cut, glue, sand, assemble, prime, paint, paint, paint etc. Everything was going smoothly right up to the time of installation.

The right-side base unit before upper bookcase and paint.

The right-side unit after constructing, painting and installing (sans doors, shelves, and trim).
The trouble came with the left-hand unit. Everything was tight. We shoved, pushed, sweated, hit, grunted, and hammered the unit in. Why isn't this thing going in right? Lori, get me the rubber mallet. Thud, thud, thud, thud. Moved one inch. Lori do you have a sledge hammer? Wham, wham, wham, wham, wham.

Moved two more inches. Wedged in tighter than a woman in an old-fashioned girdle. Whack some more. Scrape paint, tear drywall, scuff marks on new paint job. Miserable. I don't believe it but this thing has to come out. How are we going to get it out now that it's wedged in so tight that we can't budge it one way or the other? Lori, hand me that sledge hammer.
After almost 2 hours of this, Deke crawls up inside the unit and begins whacking it with a sledge intending to take it apart. Fortunately the face-frame comes off in one piece

We finally wedge the top bookcase free and can't believe our eyes.

Peering inside the opening, we find that we've literally beat the crap out of the wall. Ripped drywall, exposed 2x4's- the whole bit. We literally pounded it through the back wall.

So now it's plan B and we were supposed to have been on the road heading home 3 hours earlier. Deke cleans out all the glue joints and reattached the face-front to the frame after cutting down 1/8 inch on each side. We try reinstalling the top unit and now it won't sit flush on top. What's going on? The base unit is not plumb on one side. So now we have to take out the base unit. Tug, pull, prod, ply, grab, yank. The thing won't budge. Fulcrum. No prybar. Shovel. Won't budge. And then in total frustration, Deke did a "Jon Varnell." Yep, he walked up to that unit, looked it in the face, placed both hands in some position, planted his feet and literally lifted that 400 lb base unit out of the niche. It was a miracle. Lori and I witnessed a true miracle.
After cutting the base unit and leveling it, we reassembled the whole thing and called it a day.

We were 6 hours overdue for leaving IL, and still have hours of work yet to do installing all the trim, crown molding, dentil work, doors, shelves etc. So we kissed our kids and beautiful granddaughter, posed for one last photo and headed up the road. We started a little after 6 PM and pulled into our driveway @ 11:05.

It was all worth it.