I've had three Mondays already this week...
I'm tired, I have a billion things I want to do after work, but I'm on my feet all day this week, and it's not always going as planned. I mowed and weed-whacked after work yesterday, then woke up 8 or so times during the night to pee. I guess I'm not dehydrated!
I'm slowly working my way through the lessons in the manual for one of the knitting machines sitting in my house. It's quickly becoming my new favorite machine in the house... The one in the dining room is still awaiting parts I ordered a week ago. Apparently there was an accident in the stock room at the shop and all (ALL!) their sponge bars for standard knitting machines were bent to a 90-degree angle. They're supposed to be straight.
And there's one in the basement still, set up and has a project on it and one waiting.
There has been a very steep learning curve for me with these machines. I can figure them out, and fix them, and clean them, and stuff, but getting them to knit what I want? Whole different story. Somewhere in between understanding the physical configuration of the machine, and coaxing it to do my will, there's a giant leap of faith and gap in understanding. I can take them apart and put them back together now. But make a whole sweater from start to finish on the machine? Haven't got there yet. It's not so intuitive to me as knitting by hand or taking care of machines.
I'm still trying to figure out when I turned into a mechanic, anyway. I was not a mechanically-minded child, nor teenager. I could change a tire and check the oil, but that was mostly because my parents wouldn't let me get a driver's license without doing both in front of them. But anything else under the hood? Mystery. Clueless. Frightening. I didn't understand it, and was in awe of anyone who did.
I still don't fix my own car, though I did do some maintenance on my Tempo when I was broke and in grad school. I still don't understand all of it, and every car gets worse with all the computerized whatchmajiggits they keep adding...
I want my Tempo back.
Anyway, somewhere between then and now I became the go-to person for laboratory instrument maintenance and repair. I understand them, intuitively know what symptoms mean, and can fix them fairly well. (I don't say very well because weird things have a tendency to happen when I'm on the fix-it job...like the fire.) Our calls to service techs have gone WAY down in the last few years.
And so it is with the knitting machines - I am fixing them, maintaining and servicing them, and intuitively know from symptoms (or can find) the source of a problem.
Unlike the lab, though, I am not a fully comptent and trained user of them.
Maybe that's the problem.