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Parts is Parts.
Jun. 11th, 2011 02:42 pmReplacement knife sharpener rods requested by Eleanor? Ordered.
Four extra replacement upper handles for WALL-E the reel mower, which will be needed once the current kludge job finally bites it? Also ordered.
That just leaves one $1.37 item, which can only be ordered from the parts counter in the Special Hell-
That's the spring (as in Be careful not to lose the spring) that I, of course, lost last month from the weedwhacker, which has not turned up since. I discovered it could be operated, slightly more clumsily, without it, but I later discovered that this missing $1.37 part was making me go through $20 worth of trimmer lines a day because of its lack of springiness.
I found it online, through the e-site shown in the watermark. Five dollar minimum order, plus shipping, plus waiting, plus setting up yet another online account with credit card information. I resisted, and you know how THAT GOES, right?
Although the whacker is a Black and Decker, the actual part is made by DeWalt- one of those Manly Men rrrrrrrrr power tool companies we're supposed to be getting gifts from tomorrow. I was referred to their factory place on Delevan Avenue, but this was the first week in a forever that I had no business anywhere near there, so I put it off until today, when Emily might be going to the Allentown Art Festival.
Which she isn't. Not that it matters, because the place is closed on the weekends anyway. But a website said another local power tool porn shop, Phillips Brothers By The Big Blue Water Tower, also carried the brand- and they do, just not something this tiny. Mens' tool stores and size, sheesh.
By now, I was about as annoyed as you can get, so I just started randomly looking at useless household objects which I could pillage. And there, in the nipple of a cold-air humidifier we used for Emily as a baby and will never use again, was a spring. Straight and maybe a half inch diameter. Compare to tapered and more like an inch across, Figure 1 above.
There was no stopping me at this point. I unwound, poked, prodded and ultimately got it over the stem, where it is providing at least SOME springiness for that assembly until I can get down to Delevan on Monday. I may not be able to operate a power tool to save my life, but damned if I'm going to be defeated by a tiny piece of Slinky sperm.
Four extra replacement upper handles for WALL-E the reel mower, which will be needed once the current kludge job finally bites it? Also ordered.
That just leaves one $1.37 item, which can only be ordered from the parts counter in the Special Hell-
That's the spring (as in Be careful not to lose the spring) that I, of course, lost last month from the weedwhacker, which has not turned up since. I discovered it could be operated, slightly more clumsily, without it, but I later discovered that this missing $1.37 part was making me go through $20 worth of trimmer lines a day because of its lack of springiness.
I found it online, through the e-site shown in the watermark. Five dollar minimum order, plus shipping, plus waiting, plus setting up yet another online account with credit card information. I resisted, and you know how THAT GOES, right?
Although the whacker is a Black and Decker, the actual part is made by DeWalt- one of those Manly Men rrrrrrrrr power tool companies we're supposed to be getting gifts from tomorrow. I was referred to their factory place on Delevan Avenue, but this was the first week in a forever that I had no business anywhere near there, so I put it off until today, when Emily might be going to the Allentown Art Festival.
Which she isn't. Not that it matters, because the place is closed on the weekends anyway. But a website said another local power tool porn shop, Phillips Brothers By The Big Blue Water Tower, also carried the brand- and they do, just not something this tiny. Mens' tool stores and size, sheesh.
By now, I was about as annoyed as you can get, so I just started randomly looking at useless household objects which I could pillage. And there, in the nipple of a cold-air humidifier we used for Emily as a baby and will never use again, was a spring. Straight and maybe a half inch diameter. Compare to tapered and more like an inch across, Figure 1 above.
There was no stopping me at this point. I unwound, poked, prodded and ultimately got it over the stem, where it is providing at least SOME springiness for that assembly until I can get down to Delevan on Monday. I may not be able to operate a power tool to save my life, but damned if I'm going to be defeated by a tiny piece of Slinky sperm.