When Alan & I had our lunch and we played a game of Phase 10 I found out that he just wasn't ready to work on his projects or tomorrow's sermon. I determined to ask an important question, "Are you willing to either to try and fix our printer or throw it out?" (I was tired of seeing the box in our bedroom since October 27, 2006!) So he decided to try and fix it one more time before throwing it out. It had previously been repaired for this same ailment but that time it was under warranty and now he was concerned for the cost of sending it in to be repaired.
So...with a bit of grunting, banging and some finesse he got the printer apart. The scanner portion of the printer just wasn't docking properly. He tried to disconnect the scanner but the printer wouldn't work without everything in proper order. He thought about it and determined that there was an optical sensor that wasn't seeing it was in the correct position. With a Q-tip and a few swipes....walla - it works. We are dancing with joy and praising God for Alan's mechanical aptitude and his only battle wound was a minor scrape. A band-aid on his owwie and all is right with the world. Hallelujah!
No more hand written letters to my mom - she will appreciate this as much as we do.
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