problems, at least I knew it wasn't seized. I needed to try this with the power off so the lower clutch assembly wasn't engaged. Otherwise, it would have taken herculean strength to get it to turn just the amount I was able to do.
I squinted my eyes at the transmission and pointed the spoon accusingly at it. I signed at it, “It's you isn't it you evil box of gears and resistors?” This got the chuckle from Itsy I was shooting for and I shot her a toothy grin.
She asked, from behind me as I turned back to my investigation, “You think that's the dohickey that is stopping all the flavorful goodness in the kitchen?”
I chuffed at the extent of her techno-speak. I signed behind me as I looked for anything else obvious. “Possibly, it seems the most likely suspect without my circuit tester and without bypassing everything to see if I can power the motor directly. I'll do that tomorrow. I already requested Tuesday for you and me to do this. Bobbie had no problems with it, she likes Zoey.”
I smacked the transmission with the spoon. Then jumped when the sound pressure in the room increased for a moment. I turned back to see Max come in with a tray. She put the empty glasses from it on a tray for the industrial dishwasher as she waved at us.
She did it in a systematic way and it made a clinking sound almost in time for each glass. Leigh started to sway to it, tapping her leg in time and said, “Bip bap bop.”
Max grinned up at her and made an effort to keep her chore in time.
I started banging on the giant steel mixing bowl as my Itsy's smile bloomed and she began ad-libbing a song comparing fighting dragons to mixer transmissions. I found lots of surfaces to smack with the spoon for different tones and Max ran out of glasses so she just kept picking them back out of the washing tray and putting them back in to get the clinks.
We went full out, Leigh went back into her improvised chorus and Max lent harmony support to her as I thumped away on the wire racks and alternately the mixing bowl. We were all grinning like fools as my girl finished up.
We all laughed and then froze when we realized that the sounds of the gathering outside the kitchen had stopped and it was deathly silent. A woman we hadn't met yet was standing in the doorway just staring at us, and J8 was standing behind her! Wait, Zoey's June was June Harris-West?!
I blushed and Leigh paled and made her way quickly to my side and buried her head in my sleeve. She was trembling, it looked like she was about to pass out. I looked between her and the door. Everyone was trying to look in at us.
Zoey came to the rescue. She physically moved J8 aside saying, “Move it Squirt.” Then she horse-collared the other woman and pulled her to the side gently as she said, “Out of the way Vannie.” Then she turned and looked back at the group and said, “Shoo, you all act like you've never heard music before.”
To my surprise, this got a lot of smiles from the people and she promptly shut the door in their faces. She made a dusting motion, sliding her palms across each other like she had just thrown out the trash and she looked at us and said, “Sorry. They just get so excitable at times, like unruly children.”
She looked over at Max, who gave a deer in headlights look then dashed out of the kitchen with her tray, I assumed to pick up another load of empties.
Then the redheaded woman turned her eyes to us and said as she signed, “Sorry, J-Dub and Vannie get a little excitable when they hear something new. I suppose that just harshed your mellow?” She cocked an eyebrow at Leigh.
My girl chuckled and almost squeaked shyly, “Harshed my mellow?”
This got Zoey almost giggling. “Again, sorry, I've hung out with Aunt Mandy too much it seems.” I knew what Zoey was doing and it made me smile. She was silly on purpose to get Leigh calmed down and feeling comfortable again. I appreciated that and
I squinted my eyes at the transmission and pointed the spoon accusingly at it. I signed at it, “It's you isn't it you evil box of gears and resistors?” This got the chuckle from Itsy I was shooting for and I shot her a toothy grin.
She asked, from behind me as I turned back to my investigation, “You think that's the dohickey that is stopping all the flavorful goodness in the kitchen?”
I chuffed at the extent of her techno-speak. I signed behind me as I looked for anything else obvious. “Possibly, it seems the most likely suspect without my circuit tester and without bypassing everything to see if I can power the motor directly. I'll do that tomorrow. I already requested Tuesday for you and me to do this. Bobbie had no problems with it, she likes Zoey.”
I smacked the transmission with the spoon. Then jumped when the sound pressure in the room increased for a moment. I turned back to see Max come in with a tray. She put the empty glasses from it on a tray for the industrial dishwasher as she waved at us.
She did it in a systematic way and it made a clinking sound almost in time for each glass. Leigh started to sway to it, tapping her leg in time and said, “Bip bap bop.”
Max grinned up at her and made an effort to keep her chore in time.
I started banging on the giant steel mixing bowl as my Itsy's smile bloomed and she began ad-libbing a song comparing fighting dragons to mixer transmissions. I found lots of surfaces to smack with the spoon for different tones and Max ran out of glasses so she just kept picking them back out of the washing tray and putting them back in to get the clinks.
We went full out, Leigh went back into her improvised chorus and Max lent harmony support to her as I thumped away on the wire racks and alternately the mixing bowl. We were all grinning like fools as my girl finished up.
We all laughed and then froze when we realized that the sounds of the gathering outside the kitchen had stopped and it was deathly silent. A woman we hadn't met yet was standing in the doorway just staring at us, and J8 was standing behind her! Wait, Zoey's June was June Harris-West?!
I blushed and Leigh paled and made her way quickly to my side and buried her head in my sleeve. She was trembling, it looked like she was about to pass out. I looked between her and the door. Everyone was trying to look in at us.
Zoey came to the rescue. She physically moved J8 aside saying, “Move it Squirt.” Then she horse-collared the other woman and pulled her to the side gently as she said, “Out of the way Vannie.” Then she turned and looked back at the group and said, “Shoo, you all act like you've never heard music before.”
To my surprise, this got a lot of smiles from the people and she promptly shut the door in their faces. She made a dusting motion, sliding her palms across each other like she had just thrown out the trash and she looked at us and said, “Sorry. They just get so excitable at times, like unruly children.”
She looked over at Max, who gave a deer in headlights look then dashed out of the kitchen with her tray, I assumed to pick up another load of empties.
Then the redheaded woman turned her eyes to us and said as she signed, “Sorry, J-Dub and Vannie get a little excitable when they hear something new. I suppose that just harshed your mellow?” She cocked an eyebrow at Leigh.
My girl chuckled and almost squeaked shyly, “Harshed my mellow?”
This got Zoey almost giggling. “Again, sorry, I've hung out with Aunt Mandy too much it seems.” I knew what Zoey was doing and it made me smile. She was silly on purpose to get Leigh calmed down and feeling comfortable again. I appreciated that and
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