I totally scored a cheap shelf and figured that I better go home and get it on the wall before I had a chance to let it sit around. I had the screws in the wall before I thought about finding a level. Too late now, I was determined to finish the job.
Success! I got the shelf on the wall. I then went to find the level. I knew it was close, but it was getting late and the shadows in the room were playing trick on my eyes.
I think there is something innate about knowing when something is level. Kinda like homing pigeons and their sense of direction. Yes, you can compare me to a pigeon, but only in the nicest sense of the bird.
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I think it's a Hanna thing. But I have to admit to a few serious lapses in levelness in my day.
I've lived in some houses where "eyed in" was better than "leveled in"....something to do with the wavy walls or "tilt and whirl" floors.
Where's Reagan? I want to see Reagan!
Reagan?
You ARE your father's daughter! He's soooo proud! The legacy continues and only expands as you pass the 'tool gene' to your children. Good job, Suz!
You ARE your father's daughter! He's soooo proud! The legacy continues and only expands as you pass the 'tool gene' to your children. Good job, Suz!
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