I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Fiftieth Story

It was raining very hard today, so I had the big door closed but left the little door open for ventilation while I was soldering. When I was done with the torch, I turned it off, put it down, and turned around to see my UPS lady standing right outside the little door, under the awning. She said she hoped it was ok that she had stood there; she didn't want to put my packages on the wet ground, but it looked like what I was doing required concentration, and she didn't want to startle me opening the door the rest of the way to bring them into the shop.
I have the best UPS lady EVER.