I too enjoyed the Rival rebuild tale. I have repaired our micro wave and I repaired a Mr. Coffee that was given to us when it was 15 years old as a temporary coffee maker and we got another 15 out of it.My humble thanks for your kind comments. I have to admit, I enjoy writing things for the entertainment of others. There is something about sitting at a keyboard that allows my brain a bit more time to compose a sentence that does more than just impart info. I've always enjoyed telling GOOD jokes because the key is not the punchline, but the delivery. One of these days, I'll fire up a bike and take a ride up north to bother you. We can sit down and chew the fat about useless subjects. Those are my favorites.
As for not elucidating on the actual conversation I had with myself, leaving things out allows the reader to imagine on his own and become part of the story.
And yes, A Rival Revival is a perfect title for the story. I'll log that away should I share the story in the future. Thanks.
Agree, writing an interesting, hopefully humorous, story is fun. Anyone who puts some effort into making their tales a fun read, even if it's the story of a pure fail, deserves a bit of praise IMO. Not all of us can be Patrick F McManus or Mark Twain, but poking fun at our selves and the situation we get ourselves into is a stress reliever, for me at least. Sounds that way for you too. I've always thought the best humor was when we poke fun at ourselves.My humble thanks for your kind comments. I have to admit, I enjoy writing things for the entertainment of others. There is something abouting at a keyboard that allows my brain a bit more time to compose a sentence that does more than just impart info. I've always enjoyed telling GOOD jokes because the key is not the punchline, but the delivery. One of these days, I'll fire up a bike and take a ride up north to bother you. We can sit down and chew the fat about useless subjects. Those are my favorites.
As for not elucidating on the actual conversation I had with myself, leaving things out allows the reader to imagine on his own and become part of the story.
And yes, A Rival Revival is a perfect title for the story. I'll log that away should I share the story in the future. Thanks.
You described my youth to the letter, without the shoveling snow.Yeah, as much as I liked growing up in the 50's and 60's, the downside was pretty much any heart attack would have been fatal back then. Used cars were always a iffy proposition. I used to cross my fingers every time I turned the key on my Austin Healy. But the upside was your average working class family made enough money from Dad's salary so that Mom could stay at home and raise the kids. Vacations were camping and such and not expensive. Burgers were made one at a time out of real meat and at a corner stand that you could smell a mile away and be salivating all the way to the place. You could ride your bike anywhere, or spend a night or two in the woods and not get your picture on a milk carton. Kids watched cartoons and westerns where the good guys always won and honesty was revered. We spent the entire summer outdoors unless it was raining, rode bikes, played baseball and football (soccer had not been invented yet),
Yep, I loved the Rival Revival also, LOL.I too enjoyed the Rival rebuild tale. I have repaired our micro wave and I repaired a Mr. Coffee that was given to us when it was 15 years old as a temporary coffee maker and we got another 15 out of it.
Our Rival crock pot is/was close to 30 years old and the cover was plastic and became badly crazed from the heat and the moulded in knob broke out. Super glued, broken, super glued broken, used without the knob but steam was lost through the opening. Then the On, Low, Medium, High knob gave up the ghost and we decided to replace it, after I looked at used, "vintage parts". We stopped at exactly one rummage sale and as we stood in the lady's garage looking around at cooking implements the lady asked if we were looking for something special. We replied, "Crockpot." The woman turn to her husband and in a delightful Eastern European accent asked, "Honey, do you vere dat crockpot iss?"
Several minutes later her hubby found the crockpot, also a Rival in beautiful condition. It has a heavy glass cover and is oval rather than round. He proudly carried it out of another bay in their three stall garage and brought it to me. I was delighted as I carried it to show Sue. I next brought it to the lady and told her it was just what we wanted, "How much?" $5.00 was her reply. A figure several times less than the prices asked by several Ebay venders for the plastic cover and the knob, not to mention some outrageous shipping fees.
Normal to be a bit down when your mobility is limited and you're held prisoner, so to speak. I'm no one to sound like Little Mary Sunshine, but it's temporary buddy, just got to remember that.Fellows, I am good.
But that booster shot messed with me a bit, Plus I am depressed from all this time on quarentine. I just do not feel like communication a whole lot right now.
Just feel like laying around and watching old Andy Griffith and Gomer Pile shows.
I am praying for your needs and my own.
Still skimming thru your posts. Enjoy reading them.