Just read the replies to my tap post. Glad to see my dilemma gave a sales boost to the tap and die industry LOL>
Finally I got some rest.
At 9 the Gunner dance began. What is the Gunner dance you ask. It is a ritual that occurs every morning.
I wake up. Somehow Gunner knows my eyes have opened and he twitches. Just a twitch that is all.
I grab my phone and look at the time. He twists himself into a sitting position in a millisecond, every muscle in his body coiled for action.
I lay there for a few minutes and try to get my body all moving the same direction. Every movement of my body has a responding twitch from his. By the time I am actually moving he is literally vibrating on the foot of the bed.
I pull myself to a sitting position. He performs an aerobatic maneuver so complicated that I am at a loss as to how to describe it. He manages to leap a foot off the bed, do a complete midair 360 barrel roll while moving backwards off the bed, making a perfect 4 point landing on the rug without ever taking his eyes off me.
I reach for my PJ pants (no i don't sleep in them) and put them on. He leaps about 3 feet in the air, moves about 4 feet rearward, still never taking his eyes off me. He lands with his rump up in the air and his chin on the floor.
I make my way to the bathroom that is 4 feet away from the bed. Gunner pivots, twirls, twists, gyrates, spasm, and flops his way into the hall. He sits in front of the back door and looks at me with the most excited look on his face. You can literally feel his excitement from 15 feet away.
After I flush and wash up I grab a shirt from my drawer. Gunner nearly wears a hole in the floor bucking and prancing around. His toenails clicking on the linoleum like an old typewriter.
Finally, I make my way to the hall and he becomes a statue. A statue that vibrates. he knows he must be still while I attach his chain. It takes every ounce of his self control to not move. Then I ask him for a kiss. He rams his nose into my beard.
Once the clasp on the chain clicks all bets are off. He becomes a wild force on nature. His energy builds, and intensifies to a seismological event. Then I open the door. He bolts to the end of his chain. And lays down.
After all that I opened Heath's gate. He was asleep in the hall. He didn't move. I don't know why he even has a bed.
I love that song.
I had his breakfast made before he even stirred.
Then I goofed off online and waited for his speech therapist to show up.
Once she left we went outside and got to work on the Blazer.
Heath had me open the hood on the parts Suburban so he could work on it. He immediately crawled up on the engine.
In short order I had all the holes tapped and oiled. The problem was that when I lowered the transmission it slipped off the board I had under it to put it at the right angle. I didn't have enough hands to both lift the transmission and slide the board under it.
While I scratched my head I heard a familiar sound and my biddy Reid pulled in the driveway. He brought me an old Kholer engine that sounds like a maraca. He wanted to look at a sander i picked up a while back and have only used once. He wanted it so we worked out a trade. I am dropping the bush hog off at his shop in the next day or so for him to modify.
Before I left I got him to help with the board. Then I had a cup of coffee and got back to work. In short order I had 2 bolts in the bell housing, and needed to lift the back of the transmission up to level the engine to get the top two bolts in.
Fortunately, Heath had put two camper stands under the Blazer. The were old and rusted and wouldn't move. I pulled the bolt out of one of them and carried it to the shop. With the help of the wire brush on the bench grinder I had the threads cleaned in no time. The nut was still stuck.
I went to the tent Building and put it in the vice. Some gentle tapping, lots of oil, and a big wrench and it came right off.
I then carried it back to the Blazer and put it under the very end on the transmission and ran it up till it lifted the trans off the jack. I then re-positioned the transmission jack so I could level the engine.
From somewhere Heath brought me a Flexplate. It is covered in mud so I am pretty sure he didn't remove a transmission to get it. I have no idea where he got it,but he sure was proud of it.
I got one bolt in the top and dropped the other one. As I made my way off the engine, off the trailer, onto the ground, and began to crawl back under the truck, my neighbor pulled in with his new 2012 Dodge truck. It was a good an excuse as any. We walked over. My hands were hurting.
His 5 year old son was with him and he and Heath terrorized the yard. At one point the escaped bunny appeared and they both chased it. After about an hour we came back home.
The mailman dropped off the breather for the LawnBoy. Yippee.
We staggered in and I washed my greasy hands. Heath stripped down to his underwear in about 4 seconds, flopped on the couch and didn't move. He wore himself out.