That’s me. I have TVC. Thin veneer of confidence. I have HFS, too. Hollow fragile smugness. It’s why I drink.
They say that, “If a job is worth doing, it is worth doing right!”. I’ve even said such nonsense myself, now and again. Usually when talking to younger people. Amongst my contemporaries, however, no such pretense is ever uttered. We incompetent old guys know better. The rule of thumb we operate by is, “Get ‘er done. Just get ‘er done!”
My ‘most capable’ neighbour has a much more realistic approach. “Everything breaks, Dave. Just haywire it together using baling wire and duct tape and plan on doin’ it again next year. Now, let’s get er done and get back to havin’ fun!”
He’s a professional mechanic. But I think most doctors operate on the same principle……
When we were building the house, we had a lot to do and little (read: none) experience with which to do it. Plus we had little time. So, we read books, asked for advice and got used to doing everything twice….OK…maybe more than twice…plus we did the first and subsequent tries as quickly as possible. Had to. Two fools can take forever building a house from scratch if they try to do everything right. They’ll die of exposure.
Another term that came into play during those days, “It’s good enough for the girls we go out with.” (Sal couldn’t use that term effectively but once she did and it was hysterical – maybe you had to be there?). Or, sometimes, “Never mind, no one will ever see it. It will be covered up by the whatchamacallit.”
All this is by way of introducing why the blog has been silent as of late. I have been trying to make some ‘old’ established systems that I DID NOT install properly but which worked well for the past fifteen years (thus the TVC and HFS) but which unexpectedly quit on me over the last few days.
‘Bloody incompetent workers!’
My funicular (a total cobble) crapped out on me leaving 1000 pounds on the lower deck which Sal and I had to slog up the stairs. Degree of difficulty: I carried a new genset up those stairs!
And, to add grime and sweat to an already grimy and sweaty situation, the water system went down. No shower. No running water. The pump went on the fritz.
So, the last few days have been machine focused. I have been giving my water pump my full attention and yesterday I got it working. ‘Bout the third or fourth attempt. HFS shattered. But now it’s a beautiful thing. Showers – one of the great modern inventions that are rarely fully appreciated until you don’t have them. You can add flush toilets to that list.
Now to the impossible: the funicular. The funicular has a Siemens motor controller (a little grey boxed computer) that does some magic but it’s written in German – what madness!. It also has twenty or more wires coming and going from various switches, buttons and such. I haven’t a clue as to how it works. Not a friggin’ clue.
But I have mastered whining and complaining and sharing my dilemmas. I cried out into the wilderness (literally). Lo and behold, Scott. Seems Scott knows motor controllers. Who knew? So, we may have a solution in good ol’ Scott. We definitely have a dinner guest in good ol’ Scott. Dear Scott. Miss him more than I knew. Hope he comes soon.