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Would it be alright if we forward dated this maybe two days? :] wc:374
It was overcast and cool that afternoon, a fact the Marino man was thankful for. He was working outside for once, rather than choosing to remain in his workshop in the Manor as he usually did. The carpenter hadn’t worked on any large projects for a number of weeks, but after some recent preparation he was ready to begin again. He’d ventured once again into the concrete jungle just days before in search of a few replacement parts and supplies, mainly in search of a new hammer, for the wooden handle on his main one had split down the middle, leaving it almost unusable. He succeeded in finding a new hammer, a sturdier one with a metal base and rubber grip, as well as a few good hinges stripped from broken doors, which he would need for his little project today.
He planned to busy himself with building and installing a replacement door for one of the stalls in the recently-erected horse stable. A combination of rust and weather-worn wood had left the door warping and barely able to close during the last few weeks. It was a flub brought on by lack of supplies at the end of the project, but now the Italian was determined to fix it. He’d arrived to find that by a stroke of luck, neither of the resident horses was inside. That would make his work much easier.
The Marino had dragged out two of the sawhorses from his workshop, setting them up in front of the stable. A length of plywood leaned against them, later to be used as a table surface. Set alongside that was wood he would craft into the door, the majority of the pieces pre-cut earlier and only in need of refinement and assembly. Ehno surveyed the door and his supplies as he tied his blue tool belt around his waist. Just about everything seemed to be in order. A small wooden compartment set into the bottom length of one of the sawhorses held the larger tools that didn’t fit within his tool belt. He crouched down to get a better look at what was in the compartment, one hand pushing aside tools to double-check that he had everything he needed to begin.