Sauna - some assembly required

I won't write in public how we got this thing because AI is always listening but some months ago we were convinced a sauna would be good for us but particularly Frederick.  After giving up on the online order ever processing I got a text from a robot Thursday that told me a sauna would arrive Friday morning at 8 am.  I was skeptical but willing to cooperate in case it was true.  And it was-- in part--because at 10 am a huge truck pulled up in front of our house. But contrary to my expectations it wasn't a team of men delivering it but just one poor guy with a crappy pallet lift/fork thing machine.  And the box, which was held together by staples and prayers, weighed 1150 pounds.  His directions were to leave it in the street but when he said that I literally broke out in a flop sweat and squeaked, "How am I going to get that thing there?", pointing up our sloped and cracked driveway. Obviously feeling sorry for both me and himself he set to work, pushing and pulling for 20 minutes and getting only about 2' further.  Finally,  miraculously, an old black guy toddled out of the Dollar General and was heading past our house when he sussed up the situation. The two spoke in hushed Black Speak that I was not intended to hear.  (The driver was black if you hadn't picked up on that.) Then the old guy toddled off back to the store and came back with a small army of young black guys he had coralled out of the store and they all set to work getting that damned box up our driveway and right next to my car.  Then all but the driver drifted off without a word.  I've heard stories about the secret connections among black strangers who are never really strangers to each other but never witnessed it in action before.  I gave the driver the biggest tip I could manage with what I had on me and he left looking like he needed a nap.  I KNOW his inner dialog during the whole ordeal was "I do not get paid enough to do this shit!"

I managed to break off the wooden crate which was like busting up balsa wood and popped the top.  I was hit with a wall of cedar scent--really lovely.  I unloaded as much as I could by myself.

Here are the heat rocks which are surprisingly really heavy. In fact all of it is surprisingly heavy.

Simon unloaded the rest and stacked up the bits (which he compared to a giant Lincoln log set) in our back yard 

Here is the door with a glass insert.  And that was REALLY heavy.

You can smell the cedar from across the yard.

There are the crate bits which so far no one has taken. Not surprising, really, because it is shit wood and I say that as someone who is a bit of a hoarder when it comes to lumber.

It is rainy today and I am burdened with a big task that will take up all of this next week. But come June 1st I get to assemble a giant cedar house in our back yard.  It"ll be great, I am sure.