When Rick was here Saturday he put Josh's song on the computer as an email attachment. He sent it to himself and I sent it to Vern and Joyce but neither has answered to the effect that they were able to retrieve it. So it should be attached to this forwarded message. If anybody gets it, please let me know, or if you don't get it. Melina already has the song as she bought the CD.
Patte Howard was here from Thursday until Saturday. This is the first time we have had a chance to visit with your Aunt Pat since her busband died. Rob and Pam drove down with her because she wasn't sure she could find it since Bob had done all the driving--until the last year or two. Pam remarked that she really liked this house--which was good to hear from someone who had never slept on the floor here. Rick was happy to see everything being kept up (Thanks to David and company and their paint brushes) and reiterated that he hopes it stays in the family.
Patte is sharing a house with daughter Julie which is working out pretty well except that she is think of giving up the main floor and master bedroom to Julie and family, and moving to the ground floor which has plenty of room for her. It has been a little awkward for Julie to have a whole floor between her living and kitchen space and the bedrooms on the second floor. I told Pat that we missed the Bed and Breakfast that we formerly enjoyed at her previous 29th St. Terrace address. Ellen and Gary have stayed there and Kelda and Troy. Probably Kendall also, and Sumr. We finally began to discourage the use of the Kansas City airport.
The Cinema III proved to be quite fixable. We knew we had a group of 12 little wires with a female socket that didn't go anyplace. The other end went into the pedals with another set that looked just like it. A technician I had talked to earlier had thought that it might have led to some kind of auxiliary attachment that wasn't there anymore. Now that I think of it, that doesn't sound reasonable. What is there that it doesn't have? We couldn't get into the pedal contacts anyway as too many screws were rusted in place. So we rolled up the area rug, pulled that thing away from the wall, took the back off and Rick started looking for some place this little connection could go. He found a little plug-in that looked like it might have suffered a little trauma when it lost its' mate, by force, probably unintentional. THEN, and only then, as is customary, we checked the schematics to see if No. 66 was supposed to be connected to No. 66. It was.
And the pedals worked. Some of the springs were too rusty to allow contact so we beefed them up a little with little bits of moeskin from the bathhroom drawer. I found out that a bandaid, a thumbtack, and a sliver of strong wood from a clothespin were quite useful with the old Estey.
So we learned. It is common when delving into an organ to have a few screws left over when one puts it back together. Doesn't seem to hurt the operation. But when you have some dangling wires? One had better find a place for them.
I now have a good picture of it taken with my new digital camera. Which I can use due to instructions from a 9-year-old. But Haeli didn't know how to send pictures to another computer. I guess I will have to figure that out by myself or wait until another grandchild passes by.
Kendall is back at work following his robotic surgery for prostate cancer. Larry is working 70 or 80 hours per week as his partner in their two-man operation died of a heart attack and he has a contract to fulfill. We haven't had any red flags from Brian lately.
No comments:
Post a Comment