BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY (March 21)

 

While I play my own little game of Tetris as I try to balance too many clean dishes in the too small drying rack, I ponder why I never use the fancy dishwasher seated right beneath the too-small dish rack. I rarely use a dishwasher though I've had one for years. Basically, the hole was there so I had to fill it when I redid the kitchen countertops. With just two people 99% of the time, I could not fill a dishwasher for two or three days (Yuck). I still can't believe something that takes 2.25 hours to run is more economical than ten minutes of filling a dishpan. Not to mention my compulsion to rinse dishes first (yes the drain in the dishwasher will get gummed up if you don't); my reluctance to put pots and pans in and, my total inability to understand the game of how dishes fit in the dishwasher. For some reason I believe a mass smashing and flipping occurs during the cycle so anchoring things down is my primary concern and dilemma. I need to entertain at least once a month to be dishwasher worthy.

INTERVIEWS ARE FUN - Crazy town questioning charade in D.C. this week. A highly qualified candidate for the Supremies - no sexual, drunken or inappropriate behavior in her past - gets questioned by less qualified offenders in a most inappropriate and antagonistic manner. Including pitching hissy fits and stomping out of the room (Miss Lindsey). Essential questions like: What is the definition of a woman (I'm not a biologist); what religion do you practice; and do you think babies are racist? The last one is especially insightful as we have a privileged white man explaining racism to a black woman. On a lighter note, Sir cruz missile holding up a baby book put new sales through the roof so well done. And gosh she didn't cry and whine she was being picked on like a previous candidate.  Hard to shake an accomplished woman which really upsets some people...

CAMPAIGN FAUX PAS - Working in government has, by default, made me an observer and sometimes minor player in politics. However that interest actually goes back to my early 20's when I was the editor of a newsletter named the Washington Watch authored by Tristram Coffin. Tristram was a political observer/writer and network correspondent. Regular digestion of his views on DC foibles probably led directly to my organization of the mailroom to vote for McGovern (my first legal vote). Well at least that was seven votes he would not have received otherwise. 

Also, much like uttering MacBeth in a theatre, one does not say an election is in the bag to the candidate. A certain Mayor was appalled when I said something to that effect. Fortunately for all and sundry he was re-elected notwithstanding the bad juju I had conjured. In another adventure, I created a campaign slogan and did a discreet investigation for another candidate I supported, being careful not to make any predictions, so he lost that one his own. Though I still wonder if he had used the intel I researched (at his request) it might have gone differently. Too nice a person I guess.

Of course my first political campaign was as a senior in high school government class where I was part of the  "Stumping for Humphrey" crowd. I definitely have a Dem/Independent lean. It is a shame that schools do not require classes like Government anymore. We are woefully under educated in the mechanics of our political system.  Today, candidates harp on "hot-button" issues with no substance or integrity to prove their fitness for office. 

💙💛In my "only in Ukraine" segment I saw a sobering but comical video. A farmer and his John Deere pulling an abandoned Russian tank down the road. Green and yellow farm equipment taking    possession of battleship gray by a nonchalant farmer in his fatigue fashioned overalls-priceless.               Peace to Ukraine...

 

HONOR AND GLORY, ALLELUIA (March 14)

WHO ME? I recently got notification that I received a Safety Conference award. As the award winner I got to proof the verbiage related to the award (for the conference brochure) which I was also asked to write.  I found the only misspelled word was (no biggie, right?) in the title "Distiguished Service Award". No n which means I cannot be disti-guished or exti-guished on a whim. However, I could be squished - no n. Forty years and I think that rounds up all the possible positions or honors that I can possibly be nominated for, though my main reason for being involved in the conference is still picking the assorted illustrated brain power available when 2,200 EHS pros get together...

STORY TIME Which reminds me of the first industrial hygiene class I ever took. No IH is not about washing your hands after potty duty. It is the science of all the nasty, germy, chemically, gassy things one must not touch, breathe or eat indiscriminately (hmm, that does sound like potty duty). The teacher was the EHS skate at the now defunct Lansing Motor Wheel company and we remained colleagues (it's all about the networking) for many years. Probably as I was the oldest and only working safety person in the class. 

When he was downsized, he decided to start his own company and was polling all his contacts, including me, to join his fledging enterprise. I decided to wait a bit as new endeavors tend to take time to turn a profit.  He did offer top wages and company cars, though he also had to borrow sampling cassettes from me. Another warning sign. He was sure the world was ready for individualized industrial hygiene consultation at the time. Apparently not.

 I then used my contacts to find him another gig which was EHS at a large local company. They were pleased with my recommendation and his credentials so he was hired. Things were going well until he started taking his somewhat "conservative" opinions from casual conversations to proselytizing sermons in the lunchroom. Sigh. Good guy but he was a "home schooler" and a little preachy to me about being a working Mom. The company called to let me know they had to let him go and wanted to be sure I was not offended-I understood.  My feeling is, he probably packed up the family and headed to South America to convert the heathens.

OTHER NEWS  Although we had some guarded good news on the relative we were concerned about last week, I also got word that my cousin passed away last Friday. She was part of the original six first cousins of my youth. We were all within four years of each other and were constantly together. We are now down to two. Nothing rings your bell about aging and the passing of time like hearing of the latest loss. They seem to come more frequently now.

This was also the week of dealing with large, mostly faceless, companies. Everybody loves the internet until you need to talk to someone face to face. Finding phone numbers and cracking the "roboto chats" is an adventure onto itself. This year, medical insurance seems to be having some burps and hiccups about paying bills. Upon finally reaching someone (solving the automated insistence run-around) the agent I talked with said I don't have to deal with the offending bill as they will, literally, "put on the boxing gloves" for you. Interesting to note BCBS takes such an adversarial position.

Verizon was next with alarming letters saying they would not support my home box anymore. Quick trip to the store and no customers in sight. Wow! In and out. Got a new box and assurances no increase in the bill, until....got an advance look at my bill and there was... an increase in the bill. Back to the store, still pretty empty, to find "no, we're totally booked all day and your person is not here, leave a number" Wha? Was this a movie or practical joke where they move the store and act like we were never there? Followed up with another fight with Missy Automated system and got to a real person who assures me there would be no increase to the bill. Who knows? 

Finally Xfinity with a $50 increase. Now that company is a major challenge to get to real real.  Again, found the combination and got a person. She said I was most polite person she talked to all day--right. Mama said you get more flies with honey etc, etc.... New bill, new modem but who knows? Wanted to finish this before I hook up the new modem, because who knows? "Just plug it in" she says. Well then why do I have to set it up from an app on my phone?  Though far from reality💛💜...Peace to Ukraine

SPRING ROAD MAYHEM & POLITICALLY SPEAKING March 7)

SPRING SPRINGING There are so many signs of the eagerly awaited Spring: more bird choruses; melting snow; southern breezes wafting over the land. But my particular, never-fail sign is the amount of roadkill. You can't drive down a street without sudden evasive maneuvers around the racoon, opossum and squirrel carcasses virtually everywhere. Daddy Racoon cheerily pokes his head out of the cozy burrow assuring the family he will scout out some tasty trashy treats and ends up road splat. Squirrels intent on amorous activities chase a flirty tail rather than stop-look-listen for oncoming traffic. Opossums are just slow. 

Taller vehicles and work trucks seem to have a special affinity for unobserved animal mayhem incidents as I watched the neighborhood trash truck almost wipe out one of our furry free-loading guests. Their lack of vision right in front of them is matched only by their habit of mostly looking at the side of the road to score the next pick-up. When solid waste disposal was under my purview as a safety skate I had to investigate an incident where a driver "almost" wiped out a child who ran in the street-literally ending up right under the open part of the truck. (no injury)

The investigation revealed some uncomfortable work practices. Of course, the Union VP was right on my tail during the investigation (I invite them along) hollering about the unfairness of it all... Ponder that for a second... DIGRESS: Another mystery is why do they always state their case at "shout" level? It seems part of their "shtick". One time I had the pleasure of the local union guys telling their national guy to calm down as I had already told him he was welcome to be part of the investigation after a confined space incident. He was also notable in that he would always, literally, bang a chair, which as a normal person and a Mother, had no effect on me. Same guy used the same tactic when I was testifying in a disciplinary hearing which again had no effect on the Administrative Law Judge who found it rude. You think?

Anyway I found the driver's normal practice was kind of riding the clutch as there were frequent stops and jumping out as the truck was still in slow motion. Ouch. Training notwithstanding-quicker is better is the mindset.  Management is not blameless if insistence on production overrules acting safely. 

CAUTION- POLITICAL RANT Nice to see Michigan is trying to emulate some other cra-cra States who will remain nameless (Texas, Florida). The difference these days is people actually say out loud, after the former prez made it mainstream, what most kept in their heads as we became, oh I don't know, adults and aware that other people live in the world. Unfortunately the "mouthy minority" are being eagerly quoted by a misguided media leading to ridiculous claims and shutting down diversity and difference of opinion. 

Apparently we have a candidate for Michigan Attorney General wanting to arrest the current AG for turning in his name and others to the federal government for committing a felony. That is, calling themselves electors and turning in false information to the federal archives claiming rumpled stiltskin won Michigan in 2020. Than we have two gubernatorial candidates who ostensibly are agreeing that married couples (or others) have no right to contraceptives and the aftermath of that decision obviously. Privacy for others seems to offend them. They may have recanted when they realized what they were suggesting unless they each have multiple children.

 And the especially egregious turkey, running for State legislator in Kent County who thinks rape is something to be enjoyed when a woman is assaulted. His three daughters must be so proud and I am sorry to think of the support they will receive from their misogynist Papa if they are likewise attacked. Kent County also apparently embraces his ideas of anti-semitism, feminism, etc. remarks. What would JC do pseudo christians? 

Like I said brain farts out loud. Not to mention the ongoing assault about teaching actual history or that any family besides the nuclear is an abomination. Welcome to the 1950's. On the other hand I do understand people (some) are afraid that they are not heard and they cannot make ends meet and haven't for a long time with the stagnation of wages and benefits. One desperately sick child or brief layoff could spell disaster to a family. The revolution should be aimed at those who got richer the last ten+ years not our neighbors. Maybe saying outrageous things makes us forget who we are really mad at, but powerless to impact.

FAMILY  Had a great family get-together this week with the "bon mots" coming as quickly as the drinks and food. We do like our celebrations. Got some potentially serious news about one of our group, so we will simultaneously cross our fingers and pray for a positive outcome.

 Joe got some belated Christmas gifts from his Aunt which included a "fart gun". Does she know nine year old boys or what? Joeism -- he mentioned sometimes he watches "inappropriate" movies with his Dad. I asked him what inappropriate meant to him. Basically he said I'm not supposed to see it but I'm with my Dad. Oh well-hope he asks questions. 

💙💛God Bless Ukraine. One beacon of light amidst the bombing of hospitals, orphanages and fleeing civilians.  It made my heart smile to see two elderly folks chase and chastise three Russian soldiers out of their house which further underlines it is not the Russian people who are making war... Peace (MYR in both Ukrainian and Russia-funny that) 

                                          

DESSERT SCHOOL (February 28)

 I am so glad my friends are open to my experiments in baking. They cheerfully eat whatever I provide with great enthusiasm and a limited gagging of face. I have actually arranged outings where my end game is to have folks back to the house for my "dessert du jour". I am always successful if I include lemon or chocolate and peanut butter. Oddly enough after watching a cooking show where they presented the "easiest" lemon pie recipe I literally got a text inviting us to a grill out. (It was 60 degrees and sunny at the time). I immediately volunteered dessert eager to try this recipe. As it contained lemon, I knew I would be forgiven any appearance issues. The crust was intriguing as it is made of saltine crackers-I kid you not. But easiest recipe - my great Aunt Clara. There is always a multitude of steps and ingredients that most basic kitchens do not stock. 

Of course, cooking shows have very efficient kitchens with all appliances open, available and inviting as they beckon to the chefs while creating a perfect culinary laboratory. Unlike my kitchen.  They used a food processor to prepare the crust. I tend to put whatever crust materials I'm using in a baggie and beat the crap out of it. Looks the same.  However, the OH got excited and dug out a food processor we possessed (news to me) that had probably never been used. After perusing the instructions, I remember reading "be very careful not to touch the blades on the edge". Well, a bandaged finger later certainly verified that theory. This was after I read ahead in the recipe and put the eggs for the filling into the crust I had just "processed" and had to clean the whole mess out of the container. Darn. I estimated how many egg-soaked crackers I had to trash, gave up, and then just tossed in a bunch. Should be fine. That is one of those axioms about cooking and baking. If you screw up, improvise but don't advertise. 

After carefully separating my eggs-I love doing that-I managed to knock over the bowl with my egg whites. Do you know those suckers do not clean off the counter with a wet sponge? Dozen paper towels and four more eggs meeting their demise later and the crust got in the oven. 

NOTE: bacon and eggs. The chicken is involved; the pig is committed. As a manager, always hire the pigs.

 The final product looks good, and the from-scratch whipped topping should cover any blemishes. Not a patient person I needed the OH to "zest" a lemon as one does not want any of the white under skin to makes its way into the zest. Way beyond my capabilities. 

YAY TO TEACHERS: Watching the OH tie his tie this morning I was reminded that it was my Dad who taught him how to make the knot.  In our youth he used to keep a pre-tied tie available for those infrequent formal occasions and just loosened it to slide out of it. Once he had an office job it was a everyday thingee and his collection of ties expanded. As teachers we don't always know the shelf-life or practicality of those we instruct. Once in a while we get a little feedback, but not often. 

I used to teach FA and CPR for the Red Cross and at work never knowing if my lessons took until one lady told me she had used the Heimlich on her son who was choking and thanked me for the remembered lesson. Although a lot of my career was training, it was usually mandated and not normally enthusiastically absorbed. However the MIOSHA Training Institute did fulfill my lifelong dream of creating a school curriculum (just kidding-never knew that was my dream). Any way being able to coordinate teaching the same topic in a standardized way did become my dream. As an outsider to MIOSHA it made me terribly uneasy to see the same standard taught in so many unique ways depending upon the consultant/teacher. Which also made me extremely unpopular as it was said I had to bring them "kicking and screaming" into course development classes (well actually that's what I said)

 On another memorable occasion a newly minted safety person for a Detroit utility (you have been anointed) was dropped unceremoniously in my office. My instruction - "teach him everything he needs to know about putting a safety program together at a utility." Sure, why not? To this day whenever I run into him he gushes about the day when I became the all-omnificient Yoda to his Luke. Not sarcastically either.  He ended up with quite a career which culminated with taking on the City of Detroit and their entire retirement system. Shy he was not. And he claims it's all because of my tutelage.  LOL. Rebels know each other I guess. 

However talking about feedback...I went to a going away party for a woman who worked for me for many years and I had just given her a glowing recommendation for a new position which she totally deserved. Two people there, including, my ex-employee. told me I was kind of intimidating but they learned a lot from me. Actually it was the lady we were honoring whose boyfriend told me that she said that. And he's a retired police officer! Which shows you she's not adverse to strong personalities. Maybe I got her ready for that LOL.  

Speaking of tutelage (like that word) my first podcast this season was with the Board Chair, current President and Executive Director of the Safety Conference. I created a basic script, performed a little practice and we recorded the same day as I "assumed" we all knew the conference well enough to wing it to a certain extent. Forgot these folks do not record podcasts and have very full and busy jobs. When I zeroed in on a point, as I often do to elicit more information, I said "who would like to talk about such and such".  Crickets....  So I said, "well I guess I will".  When I teased them later it was pointed out it wasn't in the script Sheila. Love these folks! 

So one recording published; one script done, ready to record; one script is being written and another interviewee is waiting in the wings to get started. Now the anxiety starts. I am going to try some "person in the street" interviews at the Conference with no clear idea of how I'm going to accomplish that, but I'm optimistic. We would love to get a podcast class at MSU take us on as a project as there is no money of course. Just me.  Definitely, PEACE, if we can find it.....

THE ODD, THE HIDDEN AND THE INSPIRING (February 21)

THOUGHT OF THE DAY It may be true that the cream rises to the top but apparently turds can float up there too. Heard a version of that this week and it fits so many situations.

POMPITOUS. Was reminded of Steve Miller's much better use of the word pompatus which in the Joker song he spells with an i as in "pompitous of love". Which essentially means anything you want it to mean. Like I am so pompitous about my promotion. Or did you see that pompitous new show? Doesn't that remind you of a pompitous of division? Or even, art is in the eye of the pompitous critic.

One of the advantages of being the "safety skate" is you get access to areas that most never see. Some of them are pretty bad and some of them can be marvelous. Only caveats are employees have access to it and you have to accept the invitation without squeamishness. (Shed the high heels for work boots and gloves are always your friend). Places like the top of the power plant at sunrise; a lead-filled shooting range poisoning a basement; the intricate architecture of an 1800's well house; (so many old, unused rooms) a battery of 50 bus sections on a floor where any one of them could "blow" at any time under load; a conveyor belt access path smaller than a man's foot. But one of the best was the basement of the water pump station. 

PICTURE THIS A lone night operator, Charlie, created the most sumptuous folk art rarely seen by any but a select few who dared to venture into the labyrinth of piping encircling the massive snow pump. I still don't know if snow pump was the manufacturer or just what they called the gleaming white beast that only the most skilled could keep purring.  Comic book characters, cartoons, graffiti and graphic portraits abound. As the plant was decommissioned some of the walls were destroyed in the name of progress and efficiency leaving this trove of artistry even more mysterious and whose existence today is known only to a few. My theory is we lacked the skill of these 40-year maintenance mechanics and boiler operators who could fix anything with a little bit of wire and a vast knowledge of how the old machines work. Ironically the "public" area of the plant sports portraits by Charles Pollack (older brother of Jackson) and Frank Cassara showing both the bounty and the destruction of water. But most never know of the treasure that lies below...

JOEISMS It's a boy! My Girl Scout cookie treasure trove was delivered by the young lady I purchased them from. All Grandpa had to say was there's a girl scout on the porch and Joe popped up from his latest video battle to check her out. He asked me if I thought she was his age. Hmmm. 

With the mask mandate on hold (again) I asked JP how he felt about not having to wear a mask. His very heartfelt answer "Good. Now I don't have to keep hearing people say, "pull up your mask"! Honest.

SUNFLOWERS Try as I might I don't think we can ignore the elephant in the room, or in this case, the insidious evil bear. With all that we are seeing, feeling and thinking about Ukraine right now one image is stuck in my brain among so many that are painful, sad and shocking. An 80-year-old Ukrainian man showed up to enlist for the army with a bag packed with 2 shirts, a pair of pants, a toothbrush and a few sandwiches ready to fight for his grandkids. With our sometimes-cavalier attitude toward our own democracy, we need to look hard and remember how fragile our own liberty is if too many continue to be dazzled with autocracy. The separatists may have invited them in, but the real Ukrainians are fighting for their country. Bless them.  Peace is for those who fight for it....

JURY TIME & 3RD GRADE ANGST (February 14)

 "Sometimes the spray is so strong I think it's going to blow me off the toilet". 

COURTING CANDY. Got my call to Federal Court jury duty and that was part of a scintillating conversation the jurors were having on one of our breaks. As we were cautioned not to discuss the case until it was turned over for deliberations, fourteen people tend to travel down varied and exotic conversational trails. I am not sure what preceded the statement, but I immediately wrote it down. Oh yes, we were talking about a do-it-yourself install of a bidet. Apparently, you engage reusable wiping cloths after the deed or just drip dry. It wasn't clear about that. 

To eliminate suspense - we knew he was a scumbag, but we found him "not guilty" anyway. It was only a one-day trial as no witnesses were put on by the defense including the defendant. However, the prosecution did not do their job in providing any documents, video or paperwork to back up the claims made by the po-po and ATF to corroborate "he said". Yep. They presented a lot of evidence showing he was a legitimate scumbag with multiple arrests and incarcerations, but just knowing one is a scumbag does not eliminate the need for, what do you call it, evidence. I wanted to tell the smiling (eyes only with mask) defense attorney "hope he's got you on a retainer" because this dude is going to "f" up again real soon - caught a break. The expression on the prosecuting attorney's face (eye guess again) however, was very puzzled. I wonder if she attended the same trial we did. 

No pictures of the gun and illegal ammo where it was found (not taken); no video of the arrest and statements made (not kept). As an ex-personnel director, not even having the piece of paper "that the defendant signed" proving he understood he was a SB (felon) and guns and ammo are not to be found in his immediate vicinity was the clincher. HR people live and die by signed forms. Quite a bit of testimony ensued resulting in the belief that the ammo was purchased out of State and brought in.  News to me that you can only buy Michigan ammo in Michigan? Anyway, I missed part of the ATF's monotone explanation of why it was a federal crime as I realized I was picturing my grandmother's house and went "oh Shi---" I'm asleep.  I quickly covered (I hope) by jotting a note on my notepad. Not sure if that constitutes a mistrial but the lady next to me said she didn't notice which is a miracle in itself as I tend to jerk/snort as I'm falling asleep in an upright position on a chair or in a car, etc.  Comfy chairs and a whole "lotta sitting" going on all day.

 They don't give you lunch, but they do pay you mileage, parking and $50; and I wasn't doing anything important anyway that day except finishing and submitting my taxes... But I'm glad I had the opportunity and I have to admit the system works. The judge came in to talk with us afterwards and to answer any questions. She said she always tells young lawyers not to be too cocky when they think they have the case in the bag. They may know all the facts as they eat it, drink it and lose sleep over it, but the jury will surprise you. We can only react to what we hear in the courtroom and boy do they make that point over and over and over. This one lady begged to be the foreperson because I think she wanted to be the "Law and Order" person who gets to read the verdict, so I tried to be more subtle in controlling the group as we held discussions, lol. We had 8 for not guilty and 4 for guilty (has to be unanimous in a felony). We all got there, and no one cried so that's a good day.

In the voir dire (questions from judge & attorneys) one potential juror said she just moved here from New York, and she not only was a victim of a crime/s but she hated the police. Thank you Ma'am, you're excused. Way to get on with your day quickly. Some working people probably were cussing they didn't think of that.

JOEISM & DEJA VU Though we haven't heard actual particulars around the move, Joe had an interesting story to tell us on his snow day this week (seems like they're coming every week). He said his teacher moved the classroom desks around to create three sides of a square with his desk smack in the middle - no partners as he put it. To a person (shame on us) we said, "was it because you are talking too much?" I'm sure there is more to the story, but we all know our social butterfly who is the one who gets busted as he does not know how to whisper. I told him when I was in 3rd grade there were not enough desks, so I had to sit at one right next to the teacher facing the class. She would often have me read to the class when she was busy. Not a talker in grammar school (I know, right?) I did get in trouble once in that class as I liked to "slip into" the teacher's chair to the great amusement of the class. Not funny apparently. Punishment was sitting out in the hall for a few minutes praying no one you know sees you at the "wall of shame". Kind of like when you get stopped by the police for a traffic violation with all the spinning lights heralding your fall from grace.

All and all not a bad week after finally nailing down my panel for my Sunday podcast. Hope I remember how to do this. The performance anxiety kicking in seems about right so.. Peace out..... 

JUMPS & FIRE (February 7, 2022)

THE OLYMPICS have had their share of drama with China's covid restrictions, the latest Russian drug scandal (of course they are not really there-banned you know), favorites failing to medal, a hockey team of amateurs taking down Goliath, real snow screwing up the artificial snow course, complementary condoms, monotonous food and robot bartenders, half-naked Samoan. However, my favorite is the accusation that six female skiers were actually....wait for it... flying squirrels!  

Apparently, the same ensemble they had been wearing in practice were suddenly deemed "too billowy" when the actual competition began. Right. Was this an attempt to stifle women's downhill or a pathetic bid to not outshine the guys or the host country (I guess 110 pounds can really "fly" when going downhill with 2 extra ounces of material). When I remember the olden days of skiing outfits, it is laughable. And for us weekend skiers a pair of old jeans and a winter coat sufficed as aerodynamics was not a thing particularly

POLITICAL SATIRE So now I know where the orange one's complaint about multiple flushes of modern commodes came from. In one of the sillier news stories of the week, apparently "filing" papers down the toilet takes more than one swirlie. Reminiscent of "every" cop show where the perps frantically flush their stash down the potty. Interesting how many words there are for the "place whereof we empty". Can you imagine the conversations? "Where did that sheet marked Top Secret go" "Why is this paper yellowing (or browning) so soon?" "Maintenance - trouble in flush city". Boggles the mind, though in keeping with his M.O., I doubt the Chief would claim any relationship or responsibility to busted flushers. 

Never fear. Though inflation is rampant, meat packers (300%), car dealers, retailers, health insurers, financial and communications entities and oil companies are making record profits (i.e.NPR, etc.) The extra is going for higher wages and benefits.....for the CEO.

SWITCHING GEARS. Heard a news report about several firefighters injured in a house fire backdraft (which occurs when oxygen is exhausted and someone opens a door or window resulting in an explosion). Reminded me of a contentious conversation I experienced when performing supervisory training with Fire Officers about the inability to predict some hazardous situations during a fire. Rather at a loss as pre-planning and prevention are hallmarks of my profession. There is a reason why most of us are running "away" from a fire.

Though I never rode down the pole at the fire station (I was tempted) I did ride in the back of a fire truck and inside a few ambulances during my tenure.  Donning turn-out gear and entering after the fire is out, I was amazed at how long heat is held in the structure after the fire is extinguished which explains why they stay around so long drinking coffee after a fire is supposedly out.  I was also present at enough house fires to learn: 1) there is a very distinct odor when manufactured items (plastics, insulation) are burning compared to a straight wood fire that you never forget; and 2) a picture frame backing of cardboard can keep a fire from burning the wall behind it.  

In another learning opportunity I found that adrenaline actually has a major impact on one's psyche in an emergency situation regardless of training. The folks there wanted me to research the possibility of a blow-out plug that could be pulled loose without harming the wall outlet. Asking why, they pointed out how they wrapped the electrical cord around the steering wheel of the ambulance to charge the equipment between runs. Ok. As there had been damaged plug and outlet on more than one occasion they believed they needed a backup plan. Which made me wonder if not noticing a wad of electrical cord wound around your steering wheel could also affect one's motor skills when driving to an emergency. Firefighters are a special breed, bless 'em, and it takes a special mindset. Of that I am convinced. 

JOE-ISM. Unexpected snow day Friday, so when things cleared up we asked if the boy wanted to go sledding. As he left his snow pants and boots at school we reverted to bowling. When asked why he left his stuff at school he said "it's not logical to carry them back and forth" says the boy who gets dropped off and picked up. 

As anticipated, my jury summons came through for next week, so we shall see what we shall see if disagreement with a verdict produces the same outcry as not liking the outcome of an election.       Peace out and justice for all....

Mr  & Mrs Cardinal out for Valentine's Dinner