That time we got a new kitchen table: Circus Spools

22 January 2006



Today, after yet another successful Harris Brunch, we stumbled upon an abandoned spool field. We're talking about 50 or so giant wooden spools used for telephone wire and kitchen tables which had clearly been left to provide us an entire day's worth of excitement.

We ran back home to round up some SUV's and cram as many spools as would fit into their back-ends. Without room in the car for myself or my roommate Eric (aka E, Gordy, Rufio) we picked out two final spools and hitched a ride on their tops through Heritage Commons, down Central and up Main Street to The Sands.

My steed was the perfect size for a kitchen table. About the bar-height, with enough room underneath the table-top to fit about 6 barstools.

Cirque du The Sands, in the middle of Main street, lasted for about an hour after we got back to the house. Eric and I had perfected walking on top and were working on our spool-rolls and summersaults as our neighbors watched.

We came into some problems getting our new kitchen table in through the door; trying not only the front and back doors, but also the side basement door and pondering the removal of a window. Finally we realized that we would have to take the spool completely apart. The apart was easy enough. We numbered the middle planks before taking them apart so we would able to place them exactly the way they were. We removed the top, and the planks, which hadn't moved since the birth of the spool, sprang out like the petals of a daisy.

It took us a while but, with some duct tape and a couple hammers, we eventually got our new kitchen table functional. It was just as we got the table top on that our roommate J-mo had awoken from a nap.

With a stretch and an eye-rub he asked, "What the hell is a spool doing in our kitchen?"

"Dude, it's a table. Did you really sleep through all of that? How did you not hear the pounding and the wood banging against the floor?" I responded.

"Um...I am pretty sure that's a spool and it can't be in here. It's disgusting."

"Earth to J-mo, It's a kitchen table and it's sweet. It even has a place for stools." Eric chimed.

"No, its the worst effing thing I have ever seen. I can't wait until Kyle sees it. He won't want that in here either."

As soon as Jamie mentioned Kyle's name, Kyle walked in through the front door, came into the kitchen, dropped his calzone on the table and said, "Oh, this thing is perfect." Read more!