Well, I guess it's kind of official.  I've starting doing some really odd things for what used to be a somewhat abstract reason.  I know that we never really planned on settling down in this house, but now it's real.  Leeanne and I decided a little while ago that since we intended to move eventually, that we didn't want to accumulate more stuff for us to have to move, especially heavy stuff.  That's why we decided against getting wooden swing sets . Well, my favorite chair finally broke.  Right there on the arm rest.  Really stinks because the armrest on this chair supports the back, so without it, the chair isn't good for much.  But faced with the choice of buying even an eighty dollar chair or making this one work, I descended to the garage where I came up with an old engine rod bearing.  Couple smacks with a hammer, 30 seconds or so at the drill press, couple passes at the bench grinder, and voila, good as ghetto.  This chair is not moving with us anyway, but going into the trash when we pack up our truck.  It'll do.