All’s well that ends well

on October 07, 2010

(I meant to publish this weeks ago, but got stuck writing it. I cleaned it up a little and posted it now, but it’s not the greatest work I’ve done, so read at your own risk.)

When we last left our heroes, Mr. Pursuit had suffered a mortal wound at the hands of my face. Or at the face of my face. Or actually just my face. Not only that, Mr. Keyboard had fallen victim to Lord KVoldeMort with Built-In Cabling’s deathtrap and had his circuitry fried by the unforgivable “Avadra KVMadavra” curse. It was a rough and tear-filled couple of weeks for me and my possessions, and although things started looking up this past Thursday  (September 23rd) when I patched up Mr. Pursuit, a few more things would have to break before I could write this post.

But let’s look at the financial fallout first. In order to repair Mr. Pursuit, I had to get some monofilm tape. More than just plain old packing tape, monofilm tape is apparently meant for taping monofilm. Right. So I got a roll shipped to me from Worldwinds, which cost $14 plus $6 shipping (although when I got the package, the postage only read $1.60—I mean, seriously guys? You would do that to me?). Assuming my tape job was good, then I would in theory have saved myself around $60 dollars on the professional repair; alternatively, a new sail would have run me on the order of $300. Nonetheless, Mr. Pursuit has temporarily been revived for $20 for monofilm tape, scissors, some alcohol, and 20 minutes on the porch. And that’s rubbing alcohol, mind you—besides, tape, scissors, and consumable alcohol definitely do not mix.

As for Mr. Keyboard, I had no choice but to order a new one immediately, since I couldn’t “borrow” the one from work indefinitely. Besides, you guys already know how partial I am to Mr. Keyboard. This set me back another $40, but I suppose that $40 is a complete no-brainer given the actual use I get out of a single keyboard. (Actually, this line of thinking has dented my wallet quite a bit recently, even if this particular $40 purchase wasn’t a big deal, but I’ll get into that in a future post.)

So was that all? Just $60? After all my moaning and despair? Well… yes, actually. I guess things turned out okay after all. I mean, you didn’t think I was serious when I said I was crying for days, did you? Because I wasn’t. No, really, I swear. Why are you looking at me like th—YOU DON’T KNOW ME, OK?!

Uh… Anyway, I’ve only gone sailing once since my repair because the wind has been dismal the past few weeks. Not only that, these days, the wind has shifted north with the beginning of Fall, so I wasn’t even sailing in the right place when I did go. When I looked over from the boat ramp to “The Point,” I finally saw where all the intelligent people were. However, it did take me a moment to realize why the intelligent people were there, which probably means I wasn’t meant to join them that day.

 

 

But that’s okay, because Mr. Pursuit held up through the gusts and lulls in my crappy sailing conditions, and now looks like this:

 

 

(Phew I am so glad I can close out this post. It’s been rotting here since September 27th).