UMTravels

Spent the morning finishing the trailer, complete with wiring for the lights, and a plywood floor. All that went well. Even had a lovely breakfast.

Then disaster struck. In my attempt to load the cutter onto the slanted trailer bed when something slipped, and send the 550 pound paper trimmer smashing down on its front — bye bye adjusting knob — and I may have just killed a two thousand dollar piece of equipment. Add to that the fact that I can’t get a hold of Ron to help me — have been trying since noon to track him down as per yesterday’s conversation. Ron and Robert have this bad habit of ignoring the phone… one wondering then why they have one.

If I can’t get some help I may have to just unhook the trailer and rope the bastard to the van and try and pull it up vertical so I can see what all is broken. Fuck.

Maybe I will go back to the city this evening. Load up the van and the trailer and just say to hell with the trimmer.

Time heals all?

Ron called, came over, and new frustrations emerged. I got the trimmer upright again by strapping it to the van with rope and putting it into drive. With two of us we wrestled onto the trailer, and drove over to his workshop — only to find that the trimmer is about an inch too big to get in the door. After struggling with it for most of an hour — we abandoned it under a tarp while Ron sees if it makes more sense to remove the door frame or just enclose a bit more of the shed.

One piece down, still the folder, punch, and the padding machine to go.

Lynne came over for cocktails (well, wine for Lynne) which turned into pupu’s of crackers, avocado’s stuffed with shrimp, sliced pork with a mustardy dipping sauce, and more wine. It was a really nice end to a really crappy day.