Now, those of you who aren't engineers or have never lived with engineers could possibly be missing the point, but putting together a loom MUST bring back all those good memories of erector sets and the joy of building something without a lot of dirt and dust as in remodel building. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall while they both undoubtedly complained about directions, compared photos taken before it was dismantled, argued and corrected each other and just spent a rainy day using a mental skill set neither has probably trotted out since the last bicycle was put together for a child. They probably had a lot of fun.
I can also see my Mother, who has the neatest house in the world ( really) just biting her tongue while debris and parts are strewed from one end of the downstairs to another.
I am bound to get a "Your Father..." phone call Friday morning recounting the mess. She has no idea the part I played in this one but if she did, I am sure she would have a few choice comments. Dog crates had to be moved, along with some other items. Order will need to be restored and she will have to come to terms with that behemoth of a loom to clean around because, that's some loom he's got there! ;-)