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Men and Machines

Men are amazing --- by that I mean they can do anything --- and fix anything.  Now I can only talk about my hubby --- because it is him who has the privilege of "fixing up" after me --- but I know as sure as I'm writing this --- that there are hundreds of other husbands that can do miracle's out there. Hey --- some of you girls may be handy with those wrenches and such --- but sad to say -- I'm not one of them. 

My farmer hubby has a "tool box" that fills the whole machine shed and more.  I mean there are wrenches -- drills -- pliers -- screwdrivers -- hammers -- socket wrenches -- power saws -- you name it -- from one end of the shed to the other.  Some even extend a bit to the outside.  Believe me when I tell you -- I am not to touch it!!  By that he means -- don't organize it!!  He knows where everything it --- just the way it is.

So I just gladly "fall over a pile of something" when I go to get a extension cord -- or push real hard on the walk in door to move the tool box --- so I can stick my arm in to remove a block and get inside.  I really do this all gladly because I really couldn't live one day without him and his "tool box".  They have been my "life saver" very often!!

Here is a example --- Just last evening I decided I was going to push mow our ditch.  I wanted to have a little exercise and besides the ditch is to steep for the riding mower.  We have a good old dependable mower.  She is old as the hills but I do love her!!  She has those big back wheels --- so she will go anywhere.  She is also "woman friendly"  You just have to push about five times on that little "black thing" on the side --pull her rope about seven pulls --- and there she goes --- slick as a whistle. 

Well -- out I go to the machine shed where she is stored --- push her over to the gas tanks -- fill her up.  I bend down to pump the little "black thing" five times --- stand back up-- feet spread apart --- and give her rope a good pull.  As fast as a wink her rope snaps and I am left holding the handle and the rope was --- somewhere --- hid in that little piece of black metal on top of what they call the motor.

Oh great --- wonderful --- no grass mowing --- plus I was sure --- this was the end of my faithful old mower!!  How could anyone ever fix this business???  I mean --- how could you ever get another rope hooked to this handle ---  there is no hole in it --- just a old piece of tattered rope hanging out of it!!  You couldn't tie the rope to that piece --- its to short.  Besides --- where IS the rope?  It just plum disappeared.  I just knew there was only one place for my faithful friend --- the back 40 among the weeds and the memories.

My husbands was laying back under his planter -- putting some little plastic thing -- somewhere -- to keep the seed down in the "seed trench." He was hard at work but I pushed my "friend" over to him.

I cleared my throat real load and said " I was pulling on this to start it and the rope kind of broke and disappeared."  " I'm sure its a goner."

Hubby rolls out from under the planter -- gets up slowly -- pulls on his cap -- looks at my  big problem -- smiles and says  "Let's see what we can do." 

"But the rope is gone " I say.

"Well its not all gone -- there's a piece hanging there on your handle" he says with a grin.

"Yeah --- for what that's worth" I say with a laugh

He looks at it --- scratches his head --- straightens his cap --- steps into the shed --- and gets his handy dandy socket set and a drill of sorts.  Now I was going to watch this whole thing --- cause I was amazed that he could fix this!!!

He fits a socket to a bolt -- right size -- hooks it to the hand drill -- turned it on and out came four bolts.  Off comes the top "thing.

"Where is the rope?" I ask

"In that " he says -- pointing to another little round contraption setting on top.  After a few more bolts removed he was holding the "little round contraption" that was suppose to hold the rope.

I go over and get my face right down to it "I see no rope -- only a little round piece of metal"  But he has faith and knows it is in there. 

"See this little hole --- that is where it will come out of"

"Ok -- but you need to see the rope --- right?"

He just shakes his head -- trying not to laugh -- goes to the tool box -- still holding that part -- picks up a screwdriver --- starts to push tools around in the tool box -- and comes up with a long thng with a hook on it. He takes it -- and the part -- over to the door where there is better light -- starts fishing around in that hole --- and -- I couldn't believe my eyes -- out comes the rope!!!  Amazing --- wow!!! Now to hook it to the handle.

Did you know handles come apart?  I had no idea.  Yep -- you just take that screwdriver -- unscrew something -- push on something else and -- wow -- there are two pieces!!  That makes it so simple -- you just pull out that old piece of rope -- push the new one in -- put the pieces back together -- put the screws back and --wow -- you have a rope running up to where it is suppose to be!!!

I'll tell you --- I was a happy camper -- in less that 30 minutes --- that old mower -- that I thought was gone forever -- was purring like a kitten as I mowed the ditch --- singing at the top of my voice.  As for hubby -- he pushes back his cap --- ambles back over to the planter -- looks at it for a minute -- sets down and crawls back under and got to work.  Don't you just love them hubbies!!!  Smile


 

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  1. Thanks for the laugh today! Our husbands have their own organizational methods and always seem to pull off a fix-it job with ease! :)

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