Motor skills

The boat controller.  Goat not included.

I hate the sound of an engine not catching.
With some engines, it’s a kind of cough. Others, a sputter. Our Land Rover does a sort of whine. The late, lamented George Carlin used to do a bit where he imitated an engine that didn’t want to start: “Leave me alohohohohohohone.”
I used to think that was [...]

Splitsville

Wood, unsplit

Anyone for a wager? I’m willing to bet that Anthony Hopkins’ house in Legends of the Fall is an anachronism. There’s no way that house existed at the time the movie takes place.
I’m sure you saw the film – everyone did. It’s the one where Brad Pitt is one of three sons of an army [...]

Making the bed

Strawberry bed, before

I’ve never been much of a bed-maker. It seems silly to spend a lot of time on fixing the sheets and blankets when only Kevin and I will see the bed from morning until night, when we just mess it up again. If I make it at all, I tend to try and get rid [...]

Thursday Weld

What you need to weld

It was ten days ago exactly that our trailer accident beached us. Kevin has spent an unconscionable proportion of those ten days, and I’ve even spent some time, getting us up and running again. We have the Trailer Cabal to thank.
It should have been a simple repair. Two 26’ leaf springs (only one was broken, [...]

Being Dagmar

A functioning leaf spring

Do you know what a leaf spring is?
I didn’t, until ours broke.
A leaf spring is a piece of metal, in a flattened U-shape, that suspends the body of a trailer above the axle and cushions the ride by acting as a shock absorber. When it breaks, the trailer and its contents (in our case, a [...]

Happy birthday to me, Part Deux

Doesn't float

One of the critical pieces of clamming equipment is the noodle. Not the kugel kind, the pool toy kind – those 5-foot lengths of Styrofoam that kids invariably use to thwack their friends upside the head.
Clammers, though, have a different use for them. When you wade out with your rake, you need to bring a [...]

Do the math

E.B. White

In 1939, a year or so after he moved to Maine from New York City, E.B. White wrote an essay called “Security,” (anthologized in One Man’s Meat) in which he documents his first attempt to raise turkeys. Five of his six birds died, and he calculated that the cost of raising the sole survivor was [...]

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