Under Construction.
FALLING FOR ..... And speaking of construction, you can take the woman out of MIOSHA but you can't take the EEK factor out of the woman. Enjoyed watching some commercial roofers (the bane of inspectors as well as residential) perching on the peak running a heat machine to seal their plastic onto the roof. They were only up maybe a story and a half reefing on the machine to make it behave. Pefectly fine with, I don't know, fall protection or barriers or perhaps a trampoline strategically placed. None of which was in evidence. I also felt bad for their hot duty in the full sun and humidity. Not as fun as riding a 400 degree asphalt machine down the street (for real) but hot enough. I have often said I have a lot of respect for the worker bees of the world that toil under difficult conditions to get the job done. Just wish they also took their personal safety as seriously.
The rule for general industry (plants, stores, office, etc.) is four feet without fall protection or barriers. I guess due to that sticky issue of catapulting into a grinding machine or conveyor system. Though have you ever seen a "mature" office worker crash off a step stool and the resulting mayhem? With a shaky knee I am even concerned about going down stairs and marvel at individuals joyfully prancing down several stair steps without a care in the world. That used to be me anyway.
Oddly enough the rule is extended to six feet for construction and construction-type activities. Apparently the drop into the demolition pile is less painful than the aforementioned machine. Or maybe it's those hard hats they wear. There is some science to the restraint systems catching hold at six feet in that the body being top-heavy will turn upside down as it falls at a certain distance guaranteeing a splashy ending. May your falls be short and less dramatic. And for those dieters the head is apparently heavier than the rest of the body so chew on that.
FISH TALES The new trolling motor was field tested this morning. This sucker will run, turn, remember your favorite fishing spot and hover in little circles at the touch of a button/s as well as reaching dizzying speeds of 10 mph! No doubt it will sing, dance and chortle at your lack of fishing ability when properly tuned up. Technically the multi-talented machine allows you to dump the boat off at the dock to meander all by itself while you park the trailer until you beckon it back with its little black box. We're thinking of sitting on the deck and freakin' out the locals by running it without obvious human control up and down the canal. My picture below will apparently show the boat running all by itself as I lost the Captain somewhere along the way and I sure as hell do not run the boat as my official title is "Deck Fluff".
MEANWHILE The fishing marathon is on and of course it's going to be hot as Hades this week. Fun as that sounds I will be continuing my sojourn through various doctors, meetings and Joe time. I've been over-using the knee so that I am sufficiently pathetic for the latest surgeon consult. I'm thinking of pulling out my old crutches as I always look so disgustingly healthy when I go to these appointments. Meanwhile other patients are sporting canes, walkers and in some cases, appearing on a rolling hospital bed.
Once a year Medicare pushes the ole "are we crazy yet" wellness check. My visit usually takes five minutes as I don't play the game by whining about everything (though I do mention my wine addiction). They are so disappointed. I pointed out that drawing the clock is not even going to make sense for the younger seniors - we've gone digital don't you know. Village - kitchen- baby were my crazy lady words to remember. I added person, woman, man camera,TV, indictment for fun though. Peace out 💚💙💛
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