They are laying a natural gas pipeline a mile or so south of here. I'm
out in the shop this morning when they set of a charge to bust through
a solid rock hill. Rattled things pretty good.
A couple of hours later I go inside to lunch. My sweet wife...sniffle,
sniffle... asks me what I'm working on. Oh, just some little jobs.
Why? "Well, whatever it is shook the hold house!"
Don't you just love it when they acknowledge what you are capable of?
On Tue, 03 Feb 2004 03:04:18 GMT, andy asberry
brought forth from the murky depths:
Wow, you must be well hung. The Earth moved for your wife
and you were all the way out in the shop?
We're born hungry, wet, naked, and it gets worse from there.
Sorta reminds me of my latest screwup (hit my thumb with a
hammer, 6 pound variety, only 5 stitches) All she heard was
pounding, followed by a major 'ouch', followed by silence. The no
profanities silence caused her to hustle out to see what happened.
anytime something breaks in the house i fix it: plumbing, electric, a/c,
carpentry, masonary... you name it i do it... well we have a concrete
slab brick house and the underground sewer drain is broken under the
slab.. i get an electric router and come up with mud on the tip... tell
the wife about it... she says, "well what you gonna do to fix the pipe
under the house" ..... well i hurt my back so i cant do anything to
hard right then and there.. so i tell her that as soon as i figure out
how to turn the house over to get to the pipe i will just patch it up or
replace the pipe.... finally had a crew over to dig for a week to get
to the broken pipe... not too much of a one man job...
About 15 years ago we had a reasonable earthquake in Cleveland. I had just
finished installing a new big air compressor and just started to relax in
the office when it hit. The ladies in the office looked at me with dust
falling off the rafters and said: "What did you do?"
A tenant of mine came looking for me a week or two ago,
and found me down in my basement workshop. This was the
first time he'd seen the shop and he was interested in
my setup. He wanted to know what I made with all of my
machinery. "Good question," I thought, "What DO I make
with all of this stuff?" So for lack of a better answer
I told him that I was interested in amateur telescope
making, which is what got me into metalworking originally.
Just last night as I was on my way home from work, I stopped
at the corner grocery to get a few staples (smokes, coffee)
and the guy behind the counter says, "Hey! Is that right
you're making a TELESCOPE in your basement?! Joe (the tenant)
says you've got a WHOLE machine shop in your basement! That
is SO COOL! He says you do EVERYTHING yourself! You even make
your own telescopes!"
I began to feel like a local celebrity with the way this guy was
going on. Ah the joys of living in a small town! It's impossible
to have amnesia around here; you can ask any stranger on the street
what your name is and where you live and they'll be able to tell you!
A friend of mine had just finished rebuilding a car engine, and he went out
for a test drive, just at dusk. He had evidently left a nut in one of the
cylinders, which resulted in some really bad noise. He pulled over in a
residential neighborhood and raised the hood--the nut had made a hole in the
piston, and just at that moment he had a crankcase explosion, which blew his
aircleaner off. Pretty loud disturbance in a quiet neighborhood. The porch
lights started coming on, and people were talking about the "earthquake."
He waited quietly until the coast was clear, and then left. When he got
home he found out there had actually been an earthquake at that moment.
I knew Id hit my 15 minutes of fame when the local oil field machine
shop owner came over to ask to borrow something..and when he walked into
the shop..he just froze, and slowly pivoted around eyes wide. When I
asked him if I could help him, he nodded and said "I expect you can"
Gunner, who still hasnt got his spin indexer back yet.....
The two highest achievements of the human mind are the twin concepts of
"loyalty" and "duty."
Whenever these twin concepts fall into disrepute -- get out of there fast! You
save yourself, but it is too late to save that society. It is doomed. " Lazarus
|On Tue, 03 Feb 2004 03:04:18 GMT, andy asberry
| brought forth from the murky depths:
|>They are laying a natural gas pipeline a mile or so south of here. I'm
|>out in the shop this morning when they set of a charge to bust through
|>a solid rock hill. Rattled things pretty good.
|>A couple of hours later I go inside to lunch. My sweet wife...sniffle,
|>sniffle... asks me what I'm working on. Oh, just some little jobs.
|>Why? "Well, whatever it is shook the hold house!"
|>Don't you just love it when they acknowledge what you are capable of?
|Wow, you must be well hung. The Earth moved for your wife
|and you were all the way out in the shop?
Must have a good postman
Rex in Fort Worth
A city wide blackout at Mon, 2 Feb 2004 21:17:25 -0800 did not prevent "Roger
Shoaf" from posting to rec.crafts.metalworking the
My Dad had finally gotten to kiss The Girl. Wow, what a kisser!
Then he noticed the blinded were swinging, and figured out "an earthquake."
"Did the earth move for you too?"