Harrier is Losing his Marbles
You know how Joe Pesci in Home Alone keeps stammering angry gibberish under his breath after falling victim to some of the traps in the big slapstick finale (which I now find more cringe-inducing than funny as an adult)? The reason for this is that Pesci is used to playing short-tempered characters who swear a lot, and he also appears to be quite a potty mouth in real life - but he appeared in a family movie here, so he couldn't keep using those bad words in the scenes. Reportedly, they had a swear jar on set, and Pesci filled it up within one day.
Yesterday, I found myself resorting to the same angry gibberish as Joe Pesci in that movie, and for the same reason: I got increasingly frustrated with my over-ambitious plan to build the marble run to end all marble runs for my nephews and felt the strong urge to swear and shout - but I knew that I shouldn't, in front of the kids. I rarely even feel that urge, not even at the poker tables, but that project was something else... worse than most real DIY tasks I can remember.
Basically, I bought some new marble tracks this month, hoping to have an opportunity to use them when the nephews (aged 8 and 3) are visiting, and that they wouldn't be distracted by all their other toys. I was pleased to see that they were enthusiastically on board, and they were impressed with all the sample marbles runs on the packages and in the instructions. "Ours will be much bigger!" I kept insisting.
You know how kids are at these ages. They may be excited about the end result, but they don't want to sit through big projects, so they were happy to already use the little "foundation" I built as a short run. I let them play with it for a while, but still insisted that we were not even halfway through. Naturally, I mostly kept working on it alone... and despite having to gradually lower my original plans to more realistic levels, I always failed to "thread the needle" and complete the run. There was always a tiny bit that was just slightly off. I grew frustrated, and so did the kids, who just wanted to play.
I would have just abandoned the project, but I didn't want to disappoint the kids after hyping up the marble run, nor did I want to send the message that you just give up when faced with difficulties, so I forced my way through it. So here it was, the final marble track:

As you can see, an additional challenge was that it had to be constructed over my younger nephew's wooden train set tracks that he set up earlier, which I agreed to leave alone, causing a lot of obstruction. My original vision included vertical loops, and a much more stable design for the track transitions. The final version was quite finicky in that regard, with a slight re-adjustment causing the marbles to tumble down - and obviously, little boys get excited and like to shake the track a little.

It must have taken up to two hours to build, with a lot of trial and error, and it even became physically exhausting, with all the kneeling down, getting up and crawling around. At least the kids were still happy with the final product, and I later apologized for getting so stressed out about it. In a way, it was a metaphor for my tendency to bite off a little more than I can chew with some of my projects. We will probably see more of those next year on the blog.
Oh, and the heating failed yesterday. It took until late afternoon until we could reach someone, but luckily, a mechanic could be found who was willing to help us out on Christmas Day, and who was able to find and fix the problem, with replacement parts he had on hand.
What can we say? Sometimes things don't go according to plan, but all's well that ends well.