If it’s not one thing, it’s another. The combination on the ATM is stupid simple. It’s designed that way. The average customer is too stupid to remember a hard combination so they give you a 100 number wheel and a basic combo that most morons can remember easily.

The problem? The lock seems to be dirty and the locking mechanism just ain’t working right. Tori and I worked on it for over a half hour last night and there was no joy. Not a huge problem since there was still money in the cassette, but when the time came to load it again we’d have a big problem.

While lying in bed last I came up with an idea that I figured to try this a.m. While in the tub this morning I was wracking my brain trying to remember what my great idea was and cursing myself for not writing the idea down. While toweling off I was thinking how warm the bathroom was when I remembered what I thought of last night. HEAT!

I got our heat gun out and warmed the area around the lock to the point that it was almost too hot to touch, dialed in the combo . . . . JOY.  First try. What I remembered about last night was thinking that the dial seemed sticky and tough to turn. It turned easily, but not as easy as it should. Heating it was the solution! Yay me.

Other shit (i.e. Tori’s house)

Tori’s house is now on hold, sorta. Holiday weekend and all that shit. No power and that probably won’t happen until Tuesday. Skirting will happen this week. She needs to sign up for an alarm service. All the services are now covered since they’ve been inspected and approved. Fencing the place will start this week and a deck will need to be built in both the front and back. Larger deck in front and smaller deck in back. Both will be supported by some of the old telephone poles we have on the property and will give Tori and Erin some outdoor space. She’s got more projects for me that I will be willing to attempt, the joys of homeownership.

Peace