Neanderpundit

I went to install a part catcher conveyor on a lathe, and they rolled it out to me on it’s skid on two dollies. They took off, and I unscrewed the mounting bolts and picked it off. It’s a small thing, about 7′ long and weighed around 400 lbs. The motor end was the heaviest so I picked it off and set it on the ground first; then I set the lighter end down and they showed back up with a forklift. “You should have waited! That’s too heavy!!!”.

I didn’t have the heart to tell them that thirty years ago I would have shouldered it and carried it into position. Which is the main reason, I suppose, that my knees are fucked.

And now everything hurts. I can still work like the horse I used to, but it takes me longer to recover. I don’t know how long I’d have to stay in bed if I got in the kind of fistfight I used to be known for in the mills. Back then it took me four days to recover; if I survived at all, today, I’d probably have to spend that time in the hospital.

to the boyfriend’s graduation party, and asked for her class ring back. I fear she broke his heart, poor sucker. I fear he is only the first in a long string she will leave behind her. I coach her to treat him well and not be a dick, I hope that lesson takes.

I liked the kid a lot; he was fragile and apt to illness but he was honest and decent.

I am even more anxious to see Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. And I just can’t rent the damned thing anywhere. Maybe I’ll have to buy it. I know I loved the Alec Guinness one, and I do tend to like Gary Oldman.