After we returned from our task, flushed with success and relief, Michelle thanked me for my patience.
I thanked her for choosing to interpret my procrastination as patience.
She was grateful that I didn’t get impatient and try to straighten out our wind generator while the wind blew. I intended to stay on the ground and let it sort itself out. If I waited long enough, it stood to reason that the furling joint would loosen up again, overcoming whatever had made it stick in furling position just before Christmas day. Continue reading