The Mixer...

Gregg mentions my fixing of the mixer.

I was able to extract the broken gear (a nylon worm gear that had become worn down to sort of a nylon putty), to replace it, pack the gears with grease and to get the whole gear assembly back together. Yippeeee!

However, in my fiddling, I managed to disconnect something from the motor, because when I went to test it, I got a dead zero. Nada.

Which is not really all that bad, because it means that the highest probability is that one wire got knocked off a terminal or I forgot to reground it or something easy to fix like that. However, cracking the thing open, keeping track of all the screws, taking apart the gears, finding the wire, putting the gears back together, etc., is going to take a good couple of hours. Grrrrr.

That, of course, is why God invented beer.

Melanie walked in the room and asked, "what are you doing?"

"Oh, just some blogging," I replied.

"It's not one of those 'I have nothing to blog about ones, is it? Those are the worst kind of blogs.'"