|Austin, Technician #3 and the "special tool"|
The internet is still down.
We are on the third technician.
The first one showed up and said "I found the break but I don't have the special tool to fix it. I called my associate and he will fix it. He is working another break-down but should be here in a couple of hours."
The second guy showed up and checked it out. "The break isn't where the first guy thought it was and I don't have the special tool I need to find it. I am calling a third guy."
The third guy showed up.
"Do you have the special tools you need to find and fix the problem?" I asked.
"Sure do" he said as he pulled a shovel out of the back of the truck.
Yes sir. The 'special tool' was the shovel.
|The official blogging chair for the ERJ blog|
I don't share this information very often, but Mrs ERJ came to our marriage with property. Indeed, she came with a genuine, La-Z-Boy recliner.
Over the years, I succeeded in wrestling it away and making it my own.
The years have not been kind to this chair. Teenage children dropped into it and so on. The wear-and-tear was undoubtedly exacerbated by the anomaly in the gravitational field immediately above the chair. I swear, settle back into this chair and it is like fighting Jupiter to get back out of it.
This is the second set of springs I replaced so I am getting 13 years per set of springs.
I probably should have stretched the springs more because the chair now has a beer-belly.
As you can see, it was not laparoscopic surgery. I suggested that Mrs ERJ not repair the incision. Perhaps I am anthropomorphizing my old friend, but it looks like it is smiling. Mrs ERJ thinks that is silliness and quickly set about stitching the gash together.
|Does anybody want to guess what these came from?|
If I didn't know better, I would assume that Mrs ERJ is enjoying this holiday from the internet. With nothing better to do, I am fixing things around the house that need fixing.
After putting the fixture back together, Mrs ERJ gave the fixture a little nudge and asked, "Is it supposed to rock like that?"
I made an unhappy face. "No."
"Is that a problem?" she asked.
"Only if raw sewage leaking across the floor is a problem" I replied.
Rocking it a little bit more, she saw the floor breathing. "Is the floor supposed to be doing that?" she asked.
Very unhappy face. "No."
She batted her baby-blues at me. "But you ARE going to fix it, right?"
Then she added "It doesn't have to be today.