yeah,,,the Bod is feeling ok, perhaps a little lethargic, however. Don't want to
sound like a whiner, but I am getting my backside handed to me by a case of
depression that I just can't seem to shake.....and I flat refuse to take any meds for it. Oh well, it is what it is.
The other day, I went out to Patch to check on some things: when I hung the drivers' door on the wall, "somehow" the lock got triggered and I couldn't get the door back off the wall.....so....I had to let the ramp door down, roll Peggy out enough to get to the door (without scuffin' any shiny) and basically take the door and the wall mounted bracket apart. I think Patch is getting an attitude....
Anyway, I get the door situated, load Peggy back inside and attempt to raise the ramp door.....grrrrr.....my ramp door winch took a dump on me. NO problem, says I, Tim has another winch just like it....I'll swap em' out. After a few rounds of wrasslin' with that little project, I started winding in/up the ramp door. I always stop the winch between 6 inches and a foot of being completely closed, then I ease the door closed from there.(so it will be a little easier to open it when I get ready). The latch mechanism goes straight up into the center of the top plate of the trailer....."normally" a very effiecient design. When I went to latch the door, the handle broke off in my hand, AFTER the latch had latched. Great! Now I can't open the ramp door until I can fix THAT issue...........I have considered tossing a stick of dynee-mite in the side door, but Peggy cocked her headlights towards me with a look of..."That's prolly not a good idy, there, Billy Boy".....
So....Peggy runs, is the Good News. Patch has "issues" is the flip side of the coin and Clyde, well...Clyde is filling up with cobwebs as I type this. He just sits there in the yard, collecting dust and more cobwebs until I can get off'n my lazy arse and get him roamin' the roads again.....Stay tuned...."maybe" I'll have something entertainiing to report.