I haven’t had much to say about B3PR lately.
I finally got it assembled, and I solved every mechanical, electrical, driver, and API – related problem that came up. It’s pretty impressive.
But after that, it took about ten minutes to realize that I’d made three mistakes.
1: I bought cheap Chinese gearboxes for $71 apiece, and I got what I paid for.
2: I ‘saved a lot of money’ by using motors I had on-hand instead of the right motors for the job. And I knew, while I was doing it, that the way I was doing it was not going to help.
‘No problem,’ I told myself at the time. ‘Something else will go wrong, and this will be the least of my problems.’ And whaddaya know?
3: The shoulder motor really should have been aligned with the waist axis. This is a major fuckup, and needs to be fixed.
Fire up the CAD.
Every once in awhile, I catch a fleeting scent of rotting meat. Out of nowhere.
According to google, it’s either a brain tumor, an upper respiratory infection, or bad hygiene. That’s about right. I’ve been cleaning out the moldy Stowe house for a month now, and I’ve slacked off on my masking, so a lung fungus makes a certain amount of sense.
So the next day, I wore my full face cartridge respirator, like I should’a been doing all along, and I still got cough-y.
Because, it turned out, I’d put the ‘cartridge’ part back in the box and forgotten about it. My eye protection was excellent, but I was breathing raw air. Not smart.
Then it snowed.
I knew it was going to be dicey, trying to back the dumpster truck up that driveway after a snowstorm. But I had the drive specially plowed and, after the dumpster didn’t make it the first time, I had it specially sanded, and still, the dumpster couldn’t make it up the hill.
So I’m guessing I’m gonna be wishing I had a full-sized pickup.
Because today, for example, I stripped the Sheetrock from 7 rooms and 5 closets.
With a flat bar and my bare hands.
And my body felt good. It felt sore and a little chewed up, but I kind of like this kind of exercise. Born to demolish.
But first, I took off the door and window trim.
Fast forward about 10 days, and I’m a little more sore, a little more chewed up, and my new best friend is the guy at the gate at the dump, because all that debris has to go somewhere. I got rid of six truck loads of moldy sheetrock, at 1100 pounds apiece. With a Tacoma. And except for the great room, I’m down to studs.
Time to take a break.
We had some visitors before Christmas
Murphy beds are the way to go.
Happy New Year.