Chainsaw repair: $400.00. New Chainsaw: $429.00. Hmmmm…………..? ‘I should be able to do this. It’s only small engine repair, right? I can rebuild engines…can’t I? How much are the parts?’
‘Hmmmmmm………..the system seems almost designed to make this a throwaway saw, doesn’t it? Never mind. I’ll take it home, take it apart and see what I can do. In the meantime, please bring me in a new saw. I’ll get it in a week or so. Even if I manage to fix the old one, a real man should have two chainsaws, right? One for each hand….?’
I handled that well, I think. Mature. Sensible. But I was cryin’ on the inside.
I hate it when my words come back to haunt me. I said in an earlier post that you have to know how to fix things and such challenges are inevitable and, voila’, I instantly have a chainsaw to fix. There is a God and He has a wicked sense of humour!
Both Sally and I know that a year from now, I will have a plastic bucket o’ chainsaw parts complete with the replacement bits all stored under the workbench that somehow seems invisible to me. Probably for all eternity. And yet, I will continue to write off-the-grid philosophies like ‘Fixin’ Things’.
That is embarrassing.
Maybe I should write less and learn more?
And you should take all my stuff with a grain of salt or, if you had any sense, a good single malt scotch. I mean, who needs a grain of salt when your mentor on going feral turns out to be a poseur?
Once again I relearn the main lesson in life: do not aspire to high standards – lower the old ones!
I have nothing but good intentions and I try not to procrastinate ’cause the jobs really do just pile up if you do. Ya gotta stay on top of the job heap. Having said that, I am never on top of the job heap. It is always on top of me. Hard to maintain the pose when you are under a heap of chores.
I decided to ask for help.
W is a retired chainsaw repair guy. Key word: ‘retired’. It is not right to invade the privacy of a man with your chainsaw problems when he has formally renounced such work. That would be disrespectful. I called anyway.
“Hey, W! How ya doin’?”
“Listen. I know that you are retired and all and I respect that, I really do…………….”
“Unh, my chainsaw. No compression. I wasn’t calling you to do it, tho. Honest. I was just callin’ to get a source for parts. Really. Honest.”
“Yeah. Right. Bring it around. I’ll fix it.”
So, here’s the homespun wisdom for the day: No man is an island. This is especially true for men who live on islands. We are all ‘on-the-grid’ in some way and, it seems that I am on the ‘repair shop’ grid in more ways than I care to admit.
But I am working on it………..(I just gotta get out from under this pile of chores!)