Internet still down

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.

Dowry

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.

Recreational plumbing

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.