Yesterday while women all over the nation
were making plans to dress up in fancy duds and eat at fancy restaurants by
candlelight, I was plying my 2 pliers –
regular and needle-nose – and tearing 1 hummingbird feeder apart to re-rig
it.
I unwound and unknotted the rubber coated
wire that had been threaded through the lid by a previous owner when we bought
it at an estate sale a few years ago. I always thought it looked dorky, but never had the time to switch it out. Now all I have is time on my hands - so I put that time to use:
I used my needle-nosed pliers to
manipulate and securely attach a small S hook on the underside of the twist-top-lid; the process actually took both pliers as well as a dishcloth because my hands got sweaty. The 2nd pair of pliers to get a firm grasp on the thing while I twisted it securely with the needle-nose pliers, and the dishcloth to keep my fingers from slipping.
It was a little more convoluted than it would have been had Bob or Kerry done it, but I am not Bob or Kerry, and I don't have the strength either …
… and I threaded the other end of the S hook
through the top of the lid and securely bent it too after adding a little doohickey
I found while rummaging around in my husband’s tackle box. I added a huge key
ring to that and voila!
It looks less 'hillbillish' now, and a lot nicer. The other feeder had already been re-rigged on the 3rd, with a simple large key ring.
Ready to dangle from the chains I put together
the other day ;-) (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/05/love-family-laughter.html)
Bob’s brother, Kerry, came by a little after
noon to hang the chains for me along the front deck railing: he barely had to
reach his arm up to snap the clip bolts to the deck roof rafters …
That looks so nice! And now I can hang the feeders without anyone else's help; and without
getting up on a ladder :-D
And we sat on the Coho bench he carved 6
years ago and visited for a few minutes while little bobby (Kerry’s 4-month-old red lab pup; and Bob’s namesake) sniffed
around and rubbed our legs for a pat and a pet now and then. I joked that
little bobby is going to be a big boy – 50 pounds already and still growing!
And he has big feet just like all the Hargand males. LOL
Later on, I finished up my day with a Thai dinner
of fried won-tons, crab-fried rice, and combo chow mien. Bob and I would have
eaten at the restaurant, but I got take-out to enjoy at home this year:
Bob was with me in spirit.
Bob made me a mother 45 years ago, and he
enjoyed Thai food ;-)
I love you, Babe.
Always.
OX
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