Now if I take the spiral doo hickey and glue it to the side of this silly giz whiz, then I can slide the cover on and apply the thingamabobit. Then I can hang it by the cord. But if I glue it here, I cannot get this piece on, and then the cover slides over but I have no way to tighten those two screws. And those two screws are used to time the whole conglomeration, the whole thing.

Now if I drill a hole behind each of those then I could adjust it, but the water and weather could get in. But if I use a rubber plug it will seal it. Aha, that might. Oh heck, there is not enough space for the back fits too close and would interfere. Dang it anyhow.

And so I heard the wife blow the horn as she turned into the driveway; the wife blowing her horn, meant I was required, my presence was wanted.

I put it all down and ambled down to the house to find the wife has brought the six year old grandson over. “Hi grandmpa, what you doing in the shed, huh, huh, can I help you?” His face had lit up, for that youngster surely does like to mess in the shed. “Can I help grandpa, can I?”

I leaned over and hugged him, “Hi Brer Rabbit, you been in the briar patch?” I always called him some silly name. He would correct me, and then we would continue. Why aren’t you in school today? You ditching school to help grandpa?”

“Aw Grandpa it is spring break, we get the whole week off. A whole week off and Mom and Dad have to work. But I can help you can’t I grandpa, I can help you.”

“Sure you can,” I replied as I handed him a big bag of potato chips. I managed to get four grocery bags into my arms. “Want to open the dorr for me?” I asked.

After the bags were in and the wife had put the groceries away, it was lunch time. It seemed every time he came, it was lunch time, two or three times a day. Then after lunch we headed to the shed. Actually I had forgotten my problem. Heck I have a lot of time to get it done, I decided.

“Grandpa, what a mess. Boy, Grandma is going to fuss at you for all of this mess.” He just shook his head.

It was a mess, but then I always have messes, always have four or leben projects going at once. That is me, that is my nature. “Yes, but lets not tell Grandma, because she has lots of work in the house. OK?”

He walked to my problem and I started to yell at him not to touch it, but then I thought what the heck, he can’t hurt it.

“What is this Grandpa? This is one complicated thingy.” As he spoke he picked up two pieces, looked at them then picked up the third one. “Grandpa, is this how it goes together?”

Like a bolt of lightning, it hit me, it came to me, and I laughed out loud, “Thanks. You solved Grandpa’s problem, you are a real whiz at these mechanical thingys.” I took the pieces slid them together and it fit, it worked and golly gee, it was so simple.

“What did I do Grandpa, what did I do?” His head tilted and those big brown eyes shone as he did not realized old dumb grandpa had worked a long time and here he. a six year old, had solved my problem in ten seconds.

“You showed Grandpa how to put his dooo-fatchie back together. Grandpa had to take it apart because a wire was broken inside.”

He smiled and walked off a short distance, then turned, and asked, “You need anymorehelp grandpa?”

Out of the mouths of babes . . . . . . Oh well.