I learn new things about senseless things

A couple of weekends ago, Ago (ha..ha ago, Ago) came over.  He requested the use of the antique (looking-it might just be like thirty years old) sewing machine.  I learned a couple of things from that request.  One, that the sewing machine actually worked, two, the mysterious spools of thread that I had lying on my shelves had a purpose, and three, Ago sews!!  

Yes, my nonagenarian grandfather sews.  He sews to mend...his pantalones.  The pants/trousers that are probably older than I am had a hole and instead of buying a new pair he decided to sew them. 

Sewing, though, was unsuccessful.  I think there was something wrong with the machine or the foot pedal-or maybe it was the spools- but I can't say that Ago didn't try.  He used the pedal, he ran the material under the needle, he tried.  He argued with my dad about which way the machine faced, he complained that something was wrong, and maybe (???) commented on the amount of stuff that was in the closet.  In the end, I don't think that the pants were sewed and my gpops realized that it just wasn't worth it.