My son discovered the "Wizard's Hat" today. He seems to have a budding talent with his camera/phone.
Maybe not every job in 30+ years, but many of them. It's amazing the things that will pop into your mind about a specific job after many years. It might be connected to the people involved, the specific location, the terrain, the weather, equipment problems and a hundred other things. Our brains are amazing things, that's for sure. Now, if I could only remember where I laid my cell phone.
Holy Cow, post: 435450, member: 50 wrote: Maybe not every job in 30+ years, but many of them. It's amazing the things that will pop into your mind about a specific job after many years. It might be connected to the people involved, the specific location, the terrain, the weather, equipment problems and a hundred other things. Our brains are amazing things, that's for sure. Now, if I could only remember where I laid my cell phone.
Yep. I have that C.R.A.F.T. too. Can't Remember A ... well, you can figure it out. Maybe not remember doing so....
I told you... C.R.A.F.T. I was supposed to attach that picture to the original post.
Names of clients and their associates. Herb Of Grace and her 20 odd cats.
Inside house full of saucers for feeding.
A bloke that must have collected every newspaper since Methusala and stacked them to tops of doors around the walls.
A lady and her chooks. They had one of those split doors at front entrance. Top half open and the chooks would roost on top of bottom section.
And on the couches and chairs inside house.
An old car wrecker dealer. Had acres of cars ancient and modern, many long buried under blackberries.
We had trouble getting to the boundary points on their account.
2 snakes having a quiet nookie behind a log that I suddenly jumped onto to when traversing a line. Up they come.
Didn't like my interrupting their blissful moment and let me know.
There's an old saying about 'not getting him started'. This is one of those fabled topics.
Holy Cow, post: 435450, member: 50 wrote: Now, if I could only remember where I laid my cell phone.
You will find that 20 years down the road when you are looking for something entirely different. Or the location will just come back to you in 25 years like some old jobs do.
I so love it when our Australian brothers join in. Must relearn the English language. FYI, chooks are chickens.
Many years ago I had an ancient paperback book that had stories from the early days in Arkansas. In one story the lady of the house kept a barrel of flour in her kitchen opentopped. The chickens wandered in to and out of the house as they pleased and would roost on the edge of the flour barrel. Some thought was a great place to spend their sleeping hours. The husband called out to the wife at bedtime to "turn the chickens". Any that were facing out were turned to face in so any 'accidents' would fall on the floor and not into the flour.
Holy Cow, post: 435450, member: 50 wrote: It's amazing the things that will pop into your mind about a specific job after many years.
The spreadsheet use to I keep track of which bench marks I've searched for has a column for memory-jogger entries like:
Dead raccoon culvert
Truck wash
Suspicious farmer
Dead end S of Podunk
Swamp by RR Xing
Hog barns
Quince Rd grain bins
Statue base
Propane tanks
Manure spill
along with more mundane descriptions like town and road names, water tower base, etc.
Bill93, post: 435551, member: 87 wrote: The spreadsheet use to I keep track of which bench marks I've searched for has a column for memory-jogger entries like:
Dead raccoon culvert
Truck wash
Suspicious farmer
Dead end S of Podunk
Swamp by RR Xing
Hog barns
Quince Rd grain bins
Statue base
Propane tanks
Manure spillalong with more mundane descriptions like town and road names, water tower base, etc.
Manure spill....What a memory jogger!
It was probably 1985 or '86. We were measuring acreages for a local WWTP that had a permit to "inject" sludge into the nearby bottom lands and hay fields. This was done with tanker tractor-trailers rigged with big injection nozzles. I'm assuming there was some sort of ton-per-acre that was allowed...and that's what we were doing out there. The work was boring and the smell was atrocious.
Right at the peak of daytime heating one truck blew a hose on the injector...right as it passed by my truck parked on the section line road. Although unoccupied it was covered with some of the foulest smelling stuff this side of hades.
One of the WWTP hands drove it back to the plant and washed it for us. Thank God the windows were up...
The time when ....
Staking curb about 30 ft downhill from a pavement roller. Me and the other guy were figuring cuts and offsets in our heads. Then I noticed the roller was now only 15 ft away. ?
It was parked, brake set, not chocked. A truck higher up on the road had a parking brake failure, rolled downhill and rammed the pavement roller.
Someone came walking down and told us we were lucky. Took me a bit put together what almost happened.
Holy Cow, post: 435530, member: 50 wrote: I so love it when our Australian brothers join in. Must relearn the English language. FYI, chooks are chickens.
Many years ago I had an ancient paperback book that had stories from the early days in Arkansas. In one story the lady of the house kept a barrel of flour in her kitchen open topped. The chickens wandered in to and out of the house as they pleased and would roost on the edge of the flour barrel. Some thought was a great place to spend their sleeping hours. The husband called out to the wife at bedtime to "turn the chickens". Any that were facing out were turned to face in so any 'accidents' would fall on the floor and not into the flour.
I recall a Hee Haw episode where the "Where, Oh Where, are you tonight" tune went something like this.
You kept your stinking old goat in our bedroom.
It smelled so bad I wanted to shout.
You said that I should open the window.
But I didn't want all my chickens to fly out.
Where, oh Where.............
