There are Times I Feel Like an Idjit
As I was awaking from my nap just now, I had a thought. I wondered if, maybe, I had been threading the cam buckle backwards. The blister pack had no pics or instructions. so I could have just been doing it wrong.
So, I tried ii. Yup! Indeed I am an idjit. Cam works just fine when I thread it correctly. Tugging on the strap with my hand is no easy with my stiff hands, but the cam does not slip.
So I left the came on the damaged tie down strap to assist my memory when I next went rooting thru my bag of old work hardware for a tie-down strap or hardware.
Good thing I am a packrat and never throw anything away.
I feel I should mention here that I have almost completely stopped taking any HGH stimulators. No $$ for internet orders. I made a measley $29 on Samhain.
When I do have a few spare dollars, I shop for needed diabetic supplements locally. Seems to that when I stop taking supplements to keep my brain young, I begin to slide in being a confused old fart.
I mean, I was once an honor student in Agricultural fucking Engineeringat Cornell fucking University! I should be able to solve a simple physics problem without needing to ponder it!