The mixer pictures have been long overdue. I wanted to have a finished shot, but it is taking a bit longer to finish. I'll put up a before and after shot when it's done.
Mixer story: Sarah's parents had an old mixer that broke. They got a new one. Eventually the old one was fixed by Sarah's Grandpa who fixes everything. Unfortunately the mixer was dropped coming back from Grandpa's shop. Fortunately I was able to JB weld a marble in place of the broken lever/knob. Now the mixer works fine. But who wants a cream/almond mixer? Not Sarah, she wants a brightly colored one with "Sarah's mixer" on the side. And so I have become the "mixer fixer" (and painter).
This is the original plus the JB welded marble as a replacement lever
Here it is with a coat of primerWhite water kayaking comes with the warmer weather. I hadn’t been in a year. The last time I went I was scared most of the time. I was rigid and stiff, avoiding the big waves. But after a year of pool practicing I thought this trip would be different.
The first few waves were ok. Then my boat sliced through one and I could feel the cold water wash over my spray skirt. Wow! It was an amazing feeling. My mouth was still open when the next wave filled it.
There is something absolutely terrifying and yet fulfilling about being hidden in the trough of the rapids. From the shore I am just a head bobbing through white caps, but inside that bobbing head is the biggest rush I’ve ever known. By becoming part of the river I feel its power. The river’s power is something that really can’t be seen or explained or understood from the river bank. There is a beauty that is hidden in the waves, it can only be experienced.
6 comments:
Momentarily I thought you looked like Prince Charles. Sorry!
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Wow we have an extreem family. Well at least you and me are.
So let me get this straight...The only thing wrong with the mixer was a missing knob? And you've been working on it for more than a few minutes simply so that it will say "Sarah's Mixer?" There is something here I don't quite understand.
in response to I wish none of this wouldve ever happened, you should indeed send the ipod to Africa. It has become the dumping ground for many a terrible thing. And it would be a nice birthday present for your sister and her team who dont care for her music taste. And bon bon who comments on your blog needs to spell check her account. boy is spelled b o y; unless youre typing on a french keyboard, which i am, which is why i have an excuse for the terrible punctuaction.
The mixer had a broken knob and bent knob arm which hindered the operator from switching it off.
Okay, so medival knights also wore strange garb and rode into dangerous missions on strange-looking beasts. I would think you rival them for the bizarre looks.
This is not bon-bon, but MamaKnight.
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