I am in the process of installing a shading system in my sunroom. The system is complex enough I decided to read the instructions before I screw up rather than after.
One type of bracket used to
fasten a series of rails to the existing structure is a wee bit too long. To remedy the problem, I hiked down the hill
to my neighbor’s shop so I could grind-down one side of each bracket enough for
a proper fit.
My neighbor, Kevin, leaves a
tinny-sounding radio perpetually playing in the shop. The radio is tuned into a country station. “I am hoping it will keep the mice out,” he
told me when I asked him why the radio was always on.
My taste for country music is limited. As soon as I entered the shop, I found myself
cringing at the song I heard. Once I got
to work, the grinder completely drowned out the radio. But each time I stopped grinding, the worst
kind of over-produced and formulaic songs assaulted me.
As I gathered up my brackets
and gloves after completing my work, it occurred that I had found no sign of
mice in the shop. I think the radio
trick (and the station selection) is working.
—Mitchell Hegman
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