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i am a bit disappointed. i made a plea to the NOBLE list to see if someone would come help me install a new battery. see, my battery weighs about 70 pounds, the hatch is heavy and things that spark when you connect them frighten me. it isn't that i am a weak woman. i can manage to do a lot of things on my own. but, the point is, why should i when i have friends who are better at that kind of thing? anyway, i got exactly one offer to help.
the NOBLE community is a bit different than other communities with which i have been involved in the past. i know i don't go so much anymore at all, but i've always known i could walk back in to welcoming faces. there isn't a lot of giving in this group. when i do my condom outreaches in the quarter or other charitable events, i often post there asking for volunteers. rarely does anyone respond. when anyone posts for help, whether it be needing volunteers for something or assistance moving, i almost always respond and try to help. something about that sense of community. of helping one another when in need or able to give. it is for sure, a different kind of group of people. not that there is anything wrong with not helping when others ask.....there are tons of valid reasons for not doing so, but i am surprised, time after time, that this is the case each and every time. especially when an event, like condom stuffing, is somewhat lifestyle related. interesting....and sad.
anyway, i did get one response and i am grateful that he came over to help. i'm a bit embarrassed about how it turned out....
i considered taking the battery, temporarily, from my sailboat to see if it would give the houseboat just enough power to get through to monday. it is dead too. nice. i went to west marine and bought a new battery. not just any battery, mind you, but the best, most powerful, most expensive deep cycle battery they had. i didn't want to risk not being able to use my pumps again anytime in the near future. lugged it out to my car and drove it home, secured safely in the passenger seat. timing couldn't have been better. my friend arrived to help just after i pulled into the marina. so....to work. little did i know when we would lift the hatch there would be three batteries! there would have been four had one not exploded about a month ago. i need to remember to keep two connected back there should one die again!
when i lift my hatch i am a stranger in a strange land. there are wires and switches and engines and generators and....batteries. i am clueless. i do plan to learn what all this machinery does, especially after yesterday. i picked a battery. the one that looked most likely to be connected to all the secret little electrical things it controls on board.
my friend hooked the new one up just as he unhooked the old one. i realized i could have done this. red to red, black to black. but when there was a spark i was ever so grateful that it was not my hands anywhere near power that has the capacity to curl my hair. nothing. not a drop of juice. now, this didn't sound good at all. it indicated that something is amiss in the wiring and that is not only way more daunting that replacing a battery, but potentially more expensive. a bit more fiddling and flipping of switches and my friend reluctantly gives up.
so, here it is a saturday afternoon and i am left with a tub full of bath water that i can't drain (the drain is electrical that runs on that battery), a toilet i can't flush and a few other things that don't work, including a bilge pump. it isn't raining and my boat has yet to take on water in the worst storm so the bilge shouldn't be an issue, but it makes me nervous not to have it nonetheless. i begin to make calls. no one can come out on a saturday after 4:00, but everyone can come out on monday. i don’t mind walking down to the bathhouse to use normal land pumps, but my mother has arrived to spend the night (that is a story in itself for later!). mom suggests i call carlo.
carlo was an old boyfriend of my mother's when i was in high school. the only one i ever adored. we've always been close though they broke up when i was about 13. he is kind and true and fun. he was the only boyfriend who always took my side over my evil sister's. the only one who saw through my sister's lying and manipulation. he is a dear. she should have married that man. probably still could if she would lose the one with whom she has been living with the last ten years or so.
carlo, my knight with shining pliers, fixed by battery problem right away. and here is the embarrassing part.... when i looked, really looked, at the batteries connected down there, i should have been able to tell what was what. the battery we removed and replaced earlier said "starting battery" on it. hmmmm....... i had taken out a perfectly good engine starting battery and replaced it with a perfectly good other battery that didn't belong there! carlo traced the right battery and had me up and flushing in no time! and he told my mom i made his day by calling and asking for his help.
i can do that more often, i'm sure! :)



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Aug. 10th, 2003 09:02 am (UTC)
The group dynamics in a bdsm group are different from those in any other group I've been involved with. Personal differences take on epic proportions, deep intimacies are shared, and yet, outside official functions, there is little interaction. I have noticed this lack of connection, for want of a better term, myself. I'm glad someone responded to your post, sorry that you weren't able to resolve the situation on the first go. But glad that in the end you hooked up with someone it seems you really like and care about. Perhaps this will be the beginning of a deeper friendship there. For my part, I really enjoyed the night I came over to CAN for the condom stuffing. My competitive edge and innate dominant qualities had our little group fast, efficient, and operating like a well-oiled machine. (If you ask any of them, though, I doubt they would realize how much they were being directed.)
Aug. 10th, 2003 09:11 am (UTC)
yes, those of you that did come for the stuffing were awesome. i didn't mean to imply i couldn't count on anyone there. you are one that i know i can count on if you are alble :)
the groups of which i speak have been BDSM groups....this is the first where people seem to be involved just for the BDSM events and don't interact outside of that. i've always believed it to be a part of how we were all connected, but not a whole. here though, it is different.
Aug. 10th, 2003 09:15 am (UTC)
It is odd, isn't it? I do see that group spirit in TNG, and it just pisses me off that I'm too old. grump grump (or should that be gramp gramp?)
Aug. 10th, 2003 06:39 pm (UTC)
I do see that group spirit in TNG, and it just pisses me off that I'm too old.

You're never too old for the spirit *w*

i always wanted to go to the CAN Condom things, but much like my attempts to see Clutch (one of my favorite bands) something always happens to keep me from it. One day my schedule with jive with them... i just have to be super duper patient... not my strong suit!
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