Hick's Railroad Car shed is not fully furnished yet. I thought he was going to put train stuff in it. Like the boys' old Thomas the Tank Engine toys, and a couple trains that were Hick's, with little village pieces for putting around the Christmas tree.
It doesn't pay to think around Hick. Actually, doing anything around Hick doesn't pay. It's like volunteer work. Of the unrewarding kind.
Anyhoo... Hick sent me a picture of the inside of the Railroad Car shed. He was working on it during the rains Wednesday.
He's installing the floor. You might think that looks pretty fancy, for a shed that might rot from the walls in, due to rain, or have squirrels chew a hole near the roof. But Hick is a crafty re-purposer. This is laminate flooring he got from Back Creek Neighbor Bev when she had new floors put in. So it didn't cost Hick anything, and it wasn't being used.
I believe his previous plan involved plywood. Until he went to buy some, and told me that PLYWOOD COSTS $65 A SHEET! When it used to be $7 a sheet! Ixnay on the ywoodplay, I believe is how the learned scholars in Pigville say it...
What catches my eye is the contraption on the left. That has nothing to do with putting down laminate flooring, or trimming or measuring boards.
THAT IS MY CHILDHOOD PINBALL MACHINE!
Really. I think that's it. I don't recall how I wrangled it away from my sister the ex-ex-mayor's wife. The plastic toy pinball machine used to sit in my mom's family room. Now it sits in a themed shed shaped like a railroad car. I don't think Hick is opening a hangout for pinball-loving youth. So I'm not sure why it's here. Maybe he found another one at the auction, and unloaded it there while cruising down Shackytown Boulevard in SilverRedO.
Anyhoo... kids and trains got me to thinking about The Boxcar Children. One of my elementary teachers used to read it to us right after lunch recess. When we were all wound up, and sometimes sweaty, from running around the playground as kids used to do, playing kickball or tag on a blacktop surface slippery with gravel and hungry for knee-skin.
I LOVED The Boxcar Children stories! No matter how much we begged, we couldn't get more than one chapter a day out of our teacher. Checking them out of the library would put you out of order in the series. So there was nothing to do but wait until the next post-recess session. In retrospect, the premise of The Boxcar Children is kind of depressing...
I bet they would have loved a pinball game in their boxcar.