To my utter astonishment, Mike finally got a crew back to our house yesterday.
When I came home for lunch they were working away on a number of different loose ends.
It’s blowing the wrong way, much to the amusement of all my friends and co-workers.
One of the guys on the crew had what seemed like a brilliant idea: How about we just reverse the blades? Simply remove the blade assembly from the crankshaft, flip it over, and put it back on.
“By Jove,” I exclaimed, “that’s ingenious! The blades will still be turning the same way, but the air should move in the opposite direction.”
Unfortunately, we failed to properly visualize the topological reality. Radial symmetry dictates that when flipped, the fan blades are still tilted in the same direction.
So that didn’t work.
Never fear, later in the afternoon they reversed the entire fan. Problem solved at last.
I have been convincing myself that I could get started doing some work downstairs myself if only the fan was working. It’s just too hot without some air movement.
Now I have no more excuses.
They got a lot done yesterday. Many of the electrical tasks have been waiting for months and months. Some of the other stuff has been on hold even longer.
This morning the crew was back. I was amazed this morning to see they were scraping up the sheetrock mud from our tile floor. Those glops have been there for six months, at least, and I figured I would be chiseling them up myself soon.
Later in the morning Mike called and mentioned we wouldn’t be charged for the work today or yesterday.
He didn’t explain why, and I didn’t ask.
I just said, “Thanks, I guess this means I don’t have to kill you after all.”