Hah. So, earlier this evening I figured out how to remove the spool off the whipper snipper thingy. It just took that reciting the Lord's Prayer in that ancient dialect of Aramaic to get it to work.
Well, that and youtube.
Just over an hour ago, after printing off the downloaded manual for the whipper snipper thingy and trying to make sense out of it, I went to youtube and poked around for a few minutes. I found a video that explained what had to be done for a model similar to mine. It stated you just grab the bottom of the device, the part that skirts the ground, where the string comes out, and pull on it firmly. Sure enough, it came off, and revealed that there was in fact still some string left in it. I pulled some out and hooked up the whipper snipper thingy to an extension cord and pressed power.
For two glorious seconds, nearly as long as my first love making session come to think of it, I had the whipper snipper thingy working. The string promptly broke. Which is symbolic of other aspects of my life, come to think of it. I removed the thing and looked at the string and noted that the business end of it was wrapped around and under the rest of the string, so it would be nearly impossible for it to come out anyway.
Later on this week, when I get down to the Valley, where the whipper snipper thingy will live out its days, I will put some fresh string in it and see what happens then.
I feel such a sense of accomplishment. Not only did I figure out how to remove the thingy off the whipper snipper thingy, not only did I brush up on my Aramaic, but I can go around bragging about how I did the first two things in this sentence. I can hardly wait to mention it at coffee with the boys tomorrow. I know they can't wait, either.
I am so happy.
See you guys tomorrow.
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