During this Labor Day weekend I had a chance to spend time together with my parents and in-laws along with other relatives at a cookout. My brother-in-law is a very good cook, but even he took a step back and let my father along with his own uncle handle the grill for awhile. There was plenty of food to go around and even take home! I think I did a good job of pacing myself and not over eating.
Before I arrived at the cookout, my dad and my brother-in-law attempted to put up a small tent. The tent was borrowed from a friend. There were no directions or even a picture of what it was supposed to look like. They struggled with assembling the tent and chose to abandon that project so that the meat could be cooked in time for the guests. I decided to gather a few people and we gave it our best effort. It was both interesting and funny how the four of us took turns giving direction in the hopes of putting the tent together. Nobody yelled or screamed directions. We even took ribbing from the other team that had given up on putting it together. I must admit the tent had seen better days.
Let’s just say there were about forty pieces we tried to assemble in order to have a tent with a roof covering. The support poles were white and some powdery substance rubbed off all over our hands and clothes, whatever the pieces came in contact with.
To make a long story short, we got the tent assembled and tied it to a fence since it was a windy day; albeit, we did have a few pieces left over. In the end the tent tried to fly away at the first good wind while one of the assemblers went to wash his hands. All we could do was take it apart and have a hearty laugh as the relative came back from washing his hands and saw we had taken it down that fast! I only wish I had a picture of it before we took it down.
Fun times! The cookout was a success without the tent and my dad gave us a “C” for effort, lol! Lesson learned: oftentimes father does know best.
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