Comments on: Reschooling Tool #14: Trampoline (The RSY Video Debut)

By: Margaret

Margaret — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 02:16:31 +0000

Wow, that looks like so much fun! And I particularly appreciate the flying high-five maneuver. You and your 80s paraphanalia…
What exactly do you mean by refinishing? Like, scraping, staining, etc? or something bigger? I had a summer or two in my day as a paint apprentice in SLO Town (for my dad), so there’s one thing I can do on Melia’s Ultimate Survival List- yay!

By: Melia

Melia — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 07:25:45 +0000

Katie, thanks for the tip - we’ll make sure to leave enough room to reach over and grab pots while the stove is on. I’m a big fan of hanging pots on hooks or an overhead fixture, but I think the pegboard makes more sense in the space. Haha, my equivalent of the coconut monkey head collection was a drawer full of flash cards saved from college exams, which I finally got rid of.

Kathleen, you’d think that there would be a trampoline gym in LA, of all trendy places! Did you search by zipcode at http://www.jumpsport.com/partners/?

By: Kathleen

Kathleen — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 18:55:29 +0000

I have no advice on your pegboard or on turning a boy apartment into a coed apartment. Good luck with that.

I’m simply amazed at this trampoline gym. I just did a search for something similar in the LA area and found an antigravity sports complex. But it looks like it’s for small children and serious athletes, both of which I am not.

By: Ide

Ide — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 15:42:41 +0000

I did the pegboard thing in one of my past apartments that didn’t really have any cabinet space. It was neat and inconvenient at the same time…I liked the way it organized the space, but I hated having to reach over bubbling pots and open flames to get things off of it. If I had to do it over, I would hang it on a different wall.

As far as turning a boy apartment into a coed apartment…well, you’ve seen my apartment, which isn’t really a coed apartment so much as it’s a really disjointed melding of our collective crap. And it looked so much worse few years ago. The two solutions I have are: 1) Move in first (not such an option in your case) or 2) Make sure you have a big closet and/or storage space. It’s hard to incorporate yourself into his stuff, but it helps if he doesn’t have to get rid of everything. Until it’s time to move halfway across the country, at which time you can tell him to either donate the coconut monkey head collection or pack and haul it himself. (Coincidentally, guess what’s sitting in the office closet right now?)

Strategically placed fresh flowers also help. Well, except for the toilet seat thing. Only the Baby Jesus can help that.