When COVID came, we decided that we'd have a bit of long service leave, putting aside all the projects we'd been working on to pursue new interests and dare I say "challenges".
It's true that there were only two pieces of joinery remaining to complete our ten year renovation project, both quite complicated, and that little break in construction momentum was ill-advised. The "puppet cabinet" became such a stumbling block that it remained in the intervening years, a dark recess with a huge television set sitting on the wall, cabling hanging beneath like some kind of eviscerated electronic cadaver.
The puppets would have to wait, sleeping in their metal trunk where they had lived since my parents had retired them, having only seen the light of day on are occasions since the late 1950's.
Late last year, after weeks of wiring and making mounts and fitting odd shapes into even odder ones the cabinet was complete "before Christmas"… almost.
The space where two doors missing, slightly mis-measured in the rush to complete, haunted us through the following months of 'busy-ness", but they will haunt no more.
With one sleep to go until we leave, the thought of those openings staring at us on our return became too much, the packing could wait.
Things will work out.
They always do!
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I love your Oz stories. I miss them. Was just thinking about the big trip you did up north a few years ago. But the puppets on the big screen are... a little too scary.
Thanks Meg, we should have documented our Tassie adventures last year, but I just needed a break! Will try to do better next year! The puppets are a little creepy, but who at 80 isn't?
A unique vintage item no one can copy. In the family for over 65 years.
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