The Aftermath of Storms
The chainsaws are still buzzing around town from Saturday’s storm. The compost site has been open every day allowing people to do the cleanup. Again, I say, we are so blessed that we could take care of it on our own. The neighbor to the northeast of us has a licensed crew working on his property. That counts up when there are multiple pieces of equipment being used.
Today, Dennis and I bid farewell to the decal portion of the tractor project. Wouldn’t you know it! There was one full decal for the dash of the tractor. I could tell that this decal has laid on the patio porch table for several weeks now. It was apparently not being put in a box and stored. Suck it up Grammie. Try and get it done. No way was the dash going to be disassembled on the 51-year-old Cub Lo-Boy. No less than six screws, three knobs, the steering wheel and several plugs that had never been drilled out. Yuck-a-doddle! The original surface was nicked up aluminium and had the finish of cross hatching when the tractor was new. In other words . . . it was not a smooth surface.
The dash decal is not my finest work. Slash this . . . slash that . . . trim out for screws . . . try not to cry. There was only one ole cowboy that needed to be happy . . . and he is.
Hear comes the rest of the story. “Maybe in half inch white letters on the front where there is a panel right before the mechanics we could put in small letters “Cub Lo-Boy and have them angle like they are cut out of the steel panel?” What is this “we” stuff? I told Dennis I would take it under advisement for another day. Gotta love the guy.
The Dennis project might get done sooner than later as in times past, there is a hover that I detect when I am concentrating in my sewing studio. Might as well squelch the “what if” and get it done before I let it brew into a storm in my own mind.