Peg boards a guy thing

Peg boards in the garage are sort of a guy thing, I guess. Somehow, it doesn’t seem like you’re a handyman, prepared for whatever problems come your way, unless you’ve got lots of tools and gadgets hanging on peg boards.

When we moved into our new house in New Albany last May, there weren’t any peg boards in the garage – just nicely painted walls.
“We’ll leave the gardening stuff and my tools in the packing boxes for a couple of weeks until we can get some peg boards put up,” I told Jenny.
Well, weeks stretched into months and no peg boards. I had lots of excuses. All summer it was too hot. In late summer, I went into Lowe’s and looked at peg boards.
“They’re too big to fit in our cars,” I announced. ‘And it would cost twice as much to have them delivered than the cost of the peg boards.”
In October, I traded in my sedan for a small SUV. Fortunately, the interior dimensions were too small to haul four-foot by eight-foot peg boards. This spring a friend from work who owns a pick-up volunteered to haul a couple of peg boards to our house from Lowe’s. I had run out of excuses.
We got two peg boards and six one-by-two boards four feet long to mount the boards on.
“What are you going to use to mount them?” he asked.
“I think I’ve got a box of nails,” I said.
“You really should use wood screws,” the Lowe’s clerk said. My friend agreed.
“Uh-oh,” I thought, as he handed me a box of long screws. “How will I ever screw these in?”
We put the peg boards, the wood and screws in the garage. That was a couple of months ago. Every time I would think about putting up the peg boards, I would look at the box of screws and then find something else to do. Usually, it was watching sports on television.
Last Saturday, I decided I had procrastinated long enough:
“Joe and I are going to put up the peg boards,” I said. Our 19-year-old son gave me his best “you’ve got to be kidding” look.
“It won’t be so bad,” I said, “We’ll be done by noon.”
Well, it turned out I was wrong on both counts. It was bad, and we finished at 3:30. .It took a while to get started because we had to move all the stuff piled up against the walls where the peg boards were to go. But that was the easy part.
“We’ll use my electric drill; a screwdriver bit came with it,” I told Joe.
Well, neither Joe nor I know anything about an electric drill. I can’t even remember how I happened to get one in the first place.
The thing we learned is it’s not as easy as it looks. Sixty screws later, we had worn out the drill bit, ruined the Phillips head on two screwdrivers and picked up a couple of blisters.
But the peg boards were up. We were so proud we even called Jenny out to inspect them.
“They look nice,” she said. “Now, all you have to do is unpack the boxes and hang stuff on the boards.”
“We’re too tired,” I said. “That’ll have to wait for another day.”
Or month. Or year.

T. Wayne Mitchell, publisher of the Gazette, can be reached by phone at 662-534-6321 or by e-mail at publisher@newalbanygatte.com.

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