Well, I just don’t know what to think.
It isn’t even 7:30 yet and already my day started with ‘adventure.’ But I am still smiling, and that is the important thing and I am thinking that the day will only get better. (In fact, I am sure of it!)
Actually the adventure started last night. It was about 9:30 and I was getting my jammies on and Keith called to me a phrase that I dread hearing:
“The saw broke!” he said.
“What?” I said through the bathroom door.
“The saw broke!” he repeated.
I took a breath and finished getting dressed and tried to count to ten. After all, I had to put things in perspective. A younger, more impatient Sheila would have had her blood pressure on the ceiling. But this was the mellow and more subdued Sheila, and worse disasters have befallen me. I was a veteran of various mishaps and while this one was quite annoying, in the big picture of life, it is workable. I think getting older does that to you.
Upon emerging from the bathroom in my jammies, I went to inspect what was going on. Keith was already in the process of dissecting the upper arm of the saw. “I turned it on and something snapped.” he said.
We spent the next hour or so trying to figure out how to get the arm disassembled. Actually I spent much of that time scrounging up the schematic for the saw. I looked online and found both the Australian and British ones, but it seems that both of them were a bit different than the one we had. (As a side note, I learned something, as those saws are apparently made differently than what is available in North America. That is good to know when I get questions from people in those areas. So I did learn something new!)
It was immediately apparent what the problem was. A tension bolt in the upper arm assembly broke. Here is the a picture of the culprit:
It was a somber evening.
I expect we will have to call “old yeller” (my old DeWalt saw) out of retirement and back into commission until we get the new part. At least we didn’t sell it.
While I realize that it was just the roll of the dice that the saw happened to break while he was using it, I couldn’t help but tease him a bit about “breaking my saw”. Sometimes I can be downright evil. ;)
I suppose it is just one of those things that happens and as annoying as it is, it will be dealt with as soon as possible. I already sent an email call of help and hopefully I will hear back later today and see about getting the broken piece replaced quickly.
I awoke this morning to see this:
It was a sad reminder of last night’s events. On the way to my computer, I (barely) missed stepping in a pile of cat puke that was left for me. Still choosing to look on the bright side, I counted my good fortune that I didn’t step IN it.
As I sat down at my computer I unplugged my keyboard, which I had recharging overnight and found that Coco had a “busy” night chewing:
No wonder she puked.
She likes to do that sometimes. She goes through stages where she chews thin cords like this. Many of the cords on our devices have patches on them and I have become quite the expert of splicing them back together. This one that she snacked on last night will be a challenge, as it has four tiny internal lines going through it. At least it is color coded.
I am typing this on MS Word offline right now. As I was trying to add the last picture, the Lumberjocks site went down. As it was struggling to save, I at least had the presence of mind to copy and paste what I have written so far on the blog, or that would have been lost and I would have had to start over.
I am beginning to wonder about the day. The smart side of me tells me to stay in and not drive anywhere and don’t operate any power tools. The only place I really have to go is to refill my propane tank on the bar-b-que because I accidently left it on and completely drained the tank that I just filled up. (After all, I am blonde!)
And it isn’t even 8am yet!
I am still smiling though. Really and truly. Poor Keith is fighting a head cold and not feeling very well. I hope he starts to feel better soon. I am willing myself to not catch what he has. I hope it works.
But I am determined that I am going to make this a good day. (Just think of all the opportunity that I have to solve problems!) By the end of the day, I am going to feel like a genius, and everything will be filled and/or patched and at least I will have a direction on getting the saw fixed. And I will be able to reacquaint myself with my yellow saw and give it a run for the money, if I choose. (Actually, I was planning to make a video today of making designs with the texture paste, so Keith is the one missing the saw more than I am at this point. But I have to wait until the camera battery recharges because I accidently left it on last night when sending pictures of the saw to Ray at Seyco. I was barely able to load the picture of the wire that Coco chewed without it dying!)
Yes, I am still smiling.
There is just too much good that I have going to be worried about the small stuff.
And I am very, very grateful.
Have a wonderful Friday! :D
-- Designer/Artist/Teacher. Owner of Sheila Landry Designs (http://www.sheilalandrydesigns.com) Scroll saw, wood working and painting patterns and surfaces. "Knowledge is Power"