or titled: satellite attempt #ohbloodyhelliwanttogiveupalready
It's getting ugly around these parts. The drama around the 'EASY' satellite adjustment is getting really deep. After the first and second attempts my coworker decided to toss his hat into the ring. I was impressed to learn that my favorite GermanAmerican can redneck with the best of them.
Mark started the project the same way Nate and Anthony had. First you turn on the menu screen and ensure the girl readjusted all the channels/frequencies/etc properly. (Yep.) Than go up and start fiddling with angles/heights. Another 30 minutes of the strongerstrongstrongerweakerWEAKERWEAKER litany ensued. He discussed the same quandary faced by the previous helper: the satellite arm wasn't long enough for the dish to have clearance past the Plexiglas privacy panel on the porch. Not to be outdone by previous helpers Mark dismantled the two holders to make one superduper device. Sadly it too didn't quite work. If it did we going to name it and label it a Feat of Strength! He was a strip of duct tape, zip tie and superglue bit away from hillbilly.
Enter Sandman, or rather the other neighbor Gary. He caught up with me looking at the mess tonight with a $39.99 L shaped piece of pipe I picked up in hopes of a possibly, finally sucessful mounting bar. 'Oh Darla that isn't necessary. You take that back to the store and refund you money,' he says. (Well what will I do than? I wonder.) 'You can have my extra satellite and bracket. It should work for you. Yep I'll take it down tomorrow night and bring it over for you. Don't need to be going to all that trouble.' How can I argue with the nice older gentleman who took care of the MIL while we were stateside the month of April?
So we shall see if the 4th attempt is the charm. The 3rd satelitte and device. The umpteenth hour of repair. And I'd say my last nerve but at this point having our only 6 American TV channels to watch almost seems like a faint memory. Eventually we'll either run out of money from buying new shows or memorize all the old stuff. I'd say we are overachievers but I prefer not be labeled so idly.
