There are two chairs in the sun-room at the cabin, a glider and an old style 60’s era chair that rocks on springs. It only had three legs. The fourth leg was an empty paint can. You had to put the can in just the right place in order for the chair to stay upright when you sat down.
The door to the cellar is on the side of the sun-room that the three-legged chair sits, so getting into the cellar is a pain… you have to move the three-legged chair, move the paint can, open the cellar, then do it all in reverse and hope you get the paint can repositioned properly.
One morning while I was moving the three-legged chair to sweep the floor I decided that I was tired of this arrangement! So I went to work fixing it.
I went out to the cut lumber and picked a piece with character to use as the new leg. Found all of the necessary tools and went to work. Some would think that this is a minor thing, and really it is, but for me, it was my first repair job at the cabin. I guess it gave me a sense of accomplishment in some ways. And at least now when I sweep or get into the cellar, I don’t have to worry about the paint can!
I don’t know how long my Dad had that chair or why he never fixed it himself, perhaps he liked having a three-legged chair that he could pull a prank on an unsuspecting visitor?? I don’t know. 😉 That might have been a good reason to leave it three-legged though.
Alaska on my mind... 