|R suffering through the harshness of Saturday morning|
The pace of work has settled nicely. Just enough keywork and plenty of tunings. Just answered the phone to a tech wanting to come pick up the keys I did for him. I really hate being called "hon" by someone who shouldn't be calling me hon. Yuck.
I've started on a project for myself. With R's help, last June I purchased a Concert Roller Organ. I have just completed recovering the bellows and will begin work on the valve mechanism. The crankshaft/handle needs repair by a fussy machinist. I'm currently searching out a fussy machinist. I've been given one name and promised another contact that very well might end up being the same as the first. We'll see when that name comes my way.
The tax people continue to infuriate me. I added a comment on my last post about A's refund check being addressed incorrectly. Today the state revenue folks have done it again. My mom got a letter from them saying that her Form HC (health care form required by the state) was not complete or not received. Ummmm, wrong. Anyway, they will not send her refund until they are satisfied and if not satisfied have threatened all sorts of fines and penalties. So, nothing to do but to fill the darn thing out AGAIN and mail it with the new form that they sent asking for a signature that their letter was received! Now...I KNOW that the original form was sent to them. I have a copy of it and the tear-out official form is no longer in the booklet. I reread all the instructions...just to be sure that everything was filled out as it should be...as it has been for the past umpteen years...it's not difficult...name, SS#, date of birth, income from line whatever, and two places to fill in bubbles. That's it. My first copy shows it all done. I used that to copy for the original. All tax forms get triple checked before mailing.
Yes, I'm irritated.
We've still been walking in the woods and we've found the last of the Babson Boulders. We had miscounted and actually had to find three instead of two. It made for a rather strenuous 2 hour walk.
We also found Babson boulder Number 28. Evidently we are the first to have discovered it!
|This documentation of the well hidden Boulder Number 28 is now on display at Maria's Pizza where many photographs of Babson Boulders are hanging on the walls.|
This past Sunday we walked along the path of the former incline railway that ran from Pine Pit to Bianchini Quarry. It was a relatively short one hour round trip. This coming Sunday we will either walk across the island, from Goose Cove Reservoir to Squam Hill or take a walk past Little and Big Pits (quarries) to find an abandoned stone house and the grave of a long ago Rockport native.
|The old incline railway used for transporting cut granite from the quarries downhill (gravity) to the pier. Empty cars were then hauled back up by oxen or locomotive.|
|A corner of Pine Pit. It's hard to tell granite from water!|
Next week is already filled with keys and tunings, then two historic society meetings and delivering two pieces of art work to the Rockport Art Association. And on and on and on...