Had an accident in the factory today. A small one. An embarrassing small one.
I cut the end of my thumb nearly completely off. It was hanging by a thin flap of skin. Not on piece of equipment or material. With a knife. While cutting up a tomato.
Had an accident in the factory today. A small one. An embarrassing small one.
I cut the end of my thumb nearly completely off. It was hanging by a thin flap of skin. Not on piece of equipment or material. With a knife. While cutting up a tomato.
The company hired a new engineer last week. Seems like a nice guy...we’ll call him Rudy. He’s retired from General Motors. Why, at sixty years old, he would ever want to assimilate himself into the industrial hell-hole in which I work is completely beyond me. Anyway, he wandered into the recticle (two cubicles with the center section removed in the dead of night) this morning. A flying Fuji apple passed mere inches from his nose
The company hired a new engineer last week. Seems like a nice guy...we’ll call him Rudy. He’s retired from General Motors. Why, at sixty years old, he would ever want to assimilate himself into the industrial hell-hole in which I work is completely beyond me. Anyway, he wandered into the recticle (two cubicles with the center section removed in the dead of night) this morning. A flying Fuji apple passed mere inches from his nose
On the way to the podiatrist today to have needles stuck in me, I passed a guy driving with a woman's leg garter hanging from his rear view mirror. I thought this phenomenon had all but vanished in the mid 1990's. Obviously I was much mistaken. The vehicle in question WAS a domestic mini-truck, so that does explain it in at least partial detail.
On the way to the podiatrist today to have needles stuck in me, I passed a guy driving with a woman's leg garter hanging from his rear view mirror. I thought this phenomenon had all but vanished in the mid 1990's. Obviously I was much mistaken. The vehicle in question WAS a domestic mini-truck, so that does explain it in at least partial detail.
Sunday morning, 8:15 AM, Monon Greenway north of Indy.Romeo and I are into mile number three of our walk; we’re doing eight today.It’s unseasonably chilly.The cold air adds crispness and detail to the scents of an adolescent spring on the verge of becoming summer.The old-man tightness in my shins is subsiding.He’s settling into pace, having overcome the initial canine giddiness a walk always brings.The trail is ours.
Sunday morning, 8:15 AM, Monon Greenway north of Indy.Romeo and I are into mile number three of our walk; we’re doing eight today.It’s unseasonably chilly.The cold air adds crispness and detail to the scents of an adolescent spring on the verge of becoming summer.The old-man tightness in my shins is subsiding.He’s settling into pace, having overcome the initial canine giddiness a walk always brings.The trail is ours.
