I Did It! (Twice)
First was whatever of the car. It started having trouble starting, so I went to the local Auto Zone (I love them!) The guy tested the battery, and yup, it wasn't holding much of a charge. (No big surprise, it's probably original equipment.) So I bought a new one, and the guy installed it, and I sped off to work.
I went to lunch, and when I tried to start the car, it didn't. I walked back to work, took the bus home, and met some friends back at the car in the morning. We jumped the car and drove it back to the Auto Zone, where the guy checked it again. The connection to ground had gone bad; the guy from the day before had tightened it as far as it would go, and I'd been in a hurry to get to work, so he hadn't noticed that it was loose. But it would have to be replaced.
So I bought the part and the tools. (Diagonal cutters are also called dykes, which launched a series of jokes between me and Ceece. She said I should have bought a [wire] stripper too, but I couldn't justify it.) I cut the old connector off, stripped the insulation from the wire, and crimped the connector on it.
Then I turned the key -- and it started!
I'm sure some of the random passers-by thought my victory whoop and dance were a bit excessive, but who cares! (Even Grandmommie and my stepmom were proud of me.)
Then, after dinner, I cleaned all the expired food out of one of my cabinets. I call it the "spider cabinet" because it's got big spiders in it. But I wore my purple rubber gloves with the cuffs turned over so they couldn't sneak up on me, and I did it!
Now I'm sweaty, tired ... and proud of myself. :D
I went to lunch, and when I tried to start the car, it didn't. I walked back to work, took the bus home, and met some friends back at the car in the morning. We jumped the car and drove it back to the Auto Zone, where the guy checked it again. The connection to ground had gone bad; the guy from the day before had tightened it as far as it would go, and I'd been in a hurry to get to work, so he hadn't noticed that it was loose. But it would have to be replaced.
So I bought the part and the tools. (Diagonal cutters are also called dykes, which launched a series of jokes between me and Ceece. She said I should have bought a [wire] stripper too, but I couldn't justify it.) I cut the old connector off, stripped the insulation from the wire, and crimped the connector on it.
Then I turned the key -- and it started!
I'm sure some of the random passers-by thought my victory whoop and dance were a bit excessive, but who cares! (Even Grandmommie and my stepmom were proud of me.)
Then, after dinner, I cleaned all the expired food out of one of my cabinets. I call it the "spider cabinet" because it's got big spiders in it. But I wore my purple rubber gloves with the cuffs turned over so they couldn't sneak up on me, and I did it!
Now I'm sweaty, tired ... and proud of myself. :D