I was trimming Mumsie's forsythia with my electric hedge clippers and bzzzzttttt.
Now, this was not the first time I've cut the cord, no siree. In fact, my sister Julie and I used to email eachother after doing yardwork in our respective cities when we successfully did not cut the cord.
This, however, was the first time I cut the cord without Dad around to fix it.
But, as Julie so eloquently eulogized, Dad taught us how to fix things, and taught us how to figure things out. Maybe those hours and hours I spent with Dad in his workshop when I was a kid -- watching and helping -- counted for something. And I have been through this once before when Dad wasn't around -- Mistah and I were in Oregon, in 2003 by the looks of it:
Thankfully, I took notes:
Anyway, I can't take a photo left-handed, but I can fake cutting a cord left-handed.
|Another fake lefty shot|
Now we need a screwdriver. Since this is a Dad-centric project I decided to use one of the screwdrivers I recently got from his shop. Sigh. I love having some of Dad's tools, but I really would have preferred he kept them himself.
Now we rest The Claw upon our knee while we pretend to unscrew the plug-head top. Where is my photographer??
Okay, now we have to get the 3 wires, wrapped in the big orange coating, through the bottom part of the new plug-head.
Now we screw the claw-shaped wires under the appropriate-colored screws (while triple-checking notes from 2003) . . .
|. . . and viola!|
And now? The moment of truth.
Fine. We'll try something with no batteries.
Mumsie said to Sylv, "Billy wants me to tell you how handy he is for putting together my shower chair..... Oh yes, I know, he's a good helper...... But if you want anything really complicated done, you've got to ask Ellie."