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davidschrothThe plan for today was
get up,
get paper,
print postcards,
cut sheets of paper into postcard size chunks.
I handled the get up part (with its implicit get ready) all right. I just hit a slight snag before I could do the get paper part. Polonia discovered that the storms yesterday had dislodged a young bird from its nest. The bird could fly, but not very well, and not very far. It could fly about a foot off the ground, and maybe six feet horizontally. It looked like the next predator that happened along would find an easy meal - a feeling that was corroborated when Polonia caught the bird with minimal effort on her part. She'd already prepared a box to hold the bird, and took advantage of the fact that I was heading to a part of town that was close to the St. Paul campus of the University to draft me into taking the bird to the Wildlife Rehab Center. Which I did, dropping off both the bird and a $25 donation.
And then I got paper for PR-1. Things went much smoother today than they'd gone yesterday. And I took the paper, and headed off to Dreamhaven to print postcards. I'd parked in the parking lot, and gathered my stuff, when Nathan Stohlman (sp) and Betsy Lundsten drove up and parked. And I saw the license plate on their car, and just burst out laughing (they have a personalized plate - YMMV). And after I stopped laughing, I noticed the make and model of the car, and started laughing again (they drive a Toyota Prius). An auspicious start to the job of printing postcards. They introduced me to their dependent, who found all the other new smells around Dreamhaven much more interesting than another boring old human being.
SO I went in, and set up, and cut my first stencil, and started printing. After five iterations of print one - jam one I decided I needed to try something else. So I reversed the master on the plate, cut another stencil, and tried again. This time, it worked much better. I ended up with about 700 sheets of paper, that I should be able to turn into about 2800 postcards. Assuming I can hook up with Dean Gahlon and his industrial strength paper cutter.
get up,
get paper,
print postcards,
cut sheets of paper into postcard size chunks.
I handled the get up part (with its implicit get ready) all right. I just hit a slight snag before I could do the get paper part. Polonia discovered that the storms yesterday had dislodged a young bird from its nest. The bird could fly, but not very well, and not very far. It could fly about a foot off the ground, and maybe six feet horizontally. It looked like the next predator that happened along would find an easy meal - a feeling that was corroborated when Polonia caught the bird with minimal effort on her part. She'd already prepared a box to hold the bird, and took advantage of the fact that I was heading to a part of town that was close to the St. Paul campus of the University to draft me into taking the bird to the Wildlife Rehab Center. Which I did, dropping off both the bird and a $25 donation.
And then I got paper for PR-1. Things went much smoother today than they'd gone yesterday. And I took the paper, and headed off to Dreamhaven to print postcards. I'd parked in the parking lot, and gathered my stuff, when Nathan Stohlman (sp) and Betsy Lundsten drove up and parked. And I saw the license plate on their car, and just burst out laughing (they have a personalized plate - YMMV). And after I stopped laughing, I noticed the make and model of the car, and started laughing again (they drive a Toyota Prius). An auspicious start to the job of printing postcards. They introduced me to their dependent, who found all the other new smells around Dreamhaven much more interesting than another boring old human being.
SO I went in, and set up, and cut my first stencil, and started printing. After five iterations of print one - jam one I decided I needed to try something else. So I reversed the master on the plate, cut another stencil, and tried again. This time, it worked much better. I ended up with about 700 sheets of paper, that I should be able to turn into about 2800 postcards. Assuming I can hook up with Dean Gahlon and his industrial strength paper cutter.
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Re: good
Date: 2002-06-23 10:34 pm (UTC)I think the feeling of being treated like an incompetent fool most often arises when she's stressed or angry (big surprise, there). My best description of it is that she has this crystal clear vision in her mind of what needs to be done, and she's unwilling to put up with anyone who doesn't share that vision.
No, I haven't discussed it with her. From this remove, it seems trivial. At the time, I know I was annoyed. The annoyance passed relatively quickly (probably about the time I realized I had taken my old, ingrained route to the Wildlife Rehab Center, rather than the new route that would have cut five to ten minutes off the drive time. The realization that I was spending so much effort on being annoyed that I was driving on auto-pilot put a quick end to the annoyance at Polonia. I converted it into annoyance at myself.)