The 4th of July passed without a gallantly waving flag. Apologies to the Founding Fathers.
On Wednesday night the 5th, Casey asked if I'd seen the drill which I hadn't. Shootfire! I could have had it up on the 4th! Thursday afternoon I found an extension cord and drilled the holes. Boy was I happy! The flag would still get up soon and I'll be having visions of amber waves of grain before nightfall! The plastic whatchamacallems went right into the holes (after I moved up to the right size bit), and in no time that beautiful bracket was up!
I went in the house to retrieve the hallowed flag that had patiently waited its glorious American debut. Ceremoniously, I brought it outside to put it in its beautiful, new display bracket. AND IT DIDN'T FIT! The pole was too big around for the bracket. Uggh! Why didn't I think of that? Back in the house went "the grand old flag, it was a no-flying flag." I shoved it in the corner.
Amanda to the rescue. "It's OK honey. I'll just go back to Wal-Mart and buy one of the poles that are sold along with the bracket you've got up. That way we'll know it'll work. No sweat." Dum spiro spero. (While I breathe, I hope.) Amanda returned triumphantly with a beautiful wooden pole which she had so wisely checked in the store to make sure it would fit the bracket. Smart woman, she.
There was only one problem: The pole was for flags with sleeves which fit over the pole, not flags with grommets. So here I sit. Still flagless except for the little 12 inch Memorial Day graveside flag I stuck in the bracket. So we're going back to Wal-Mart or Lowe's to see if we can find another kind of pole or a bigger bracket. Yes, I'll check them out this time to see if they fit each other.
Hey -- I just got an idea! Why don't I just tie it to the pole through the grommets? What genuine American engineering insight! God shed His Grace on Thee!
Now if I can just find some string . . . .