No glue pot please
Guitar players know that sound: “PING”. I am a rookie, despite years of ownership, so when I made a slight tuning adjustment and a spring lost its mind, I was not surprised. Now, I have to find those extra sets of strings that I purchased in anticipation (years ago), find my peg puller pliers and change out the set. Apparently the tone of the instrument will be improved, as a plus. I’ll get it done, and then let you know how things went.
Happened across some video material from Cape Hatteras. The area is on my list of places that it might be fun to visit, so I watched attentively. I live on a giant sandbar; there are similarities. We don’t have an oversized striped lighthouse, but I have grown quite fond of my local white tower.
The dog has been doing a lot of head shaking lately, so with the assistance of the vet, his ears have been cleaned properly. That funny little tickle dance was great fun to watch.
The rain continues. We had a rush shingle replacement, yesterday. Timing. Now I am waiting for the snows. Better photo ops. Yes, we are on the downward slope to the holidays, and my big question involves “will it be white?” Not a point of contention. We can’t rely on how things worked when I was young. Winter is warmer. My real hope is that the shingles are through lifting. The factory should have used more nails, less glue and some common sense. But, what do I know? Suffice to point out that the repair guys are adept with hammers. No glue pot in sight.
