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Sunday. Clear, rather cool. Replaced a lot
of sprinkler heads, put some new line in the weedeater to clear around some
others. Went out and looked at about ten assorted water bombers at Fox field.
It seems that some of the
Masai have offered to help
after hearing about the September 11 attack. They have offered 14
cows as a gift, and to 'take out' Osama should they find him in
the bush . Good for them! They also see it clearly as a job to be
done carefully - similarly one of the defining characteristics of modern
military in this country is to treat war making as a job, and as a skill
to be mastered, rather than some heroic fantasy role.
There is a partial lunar eclipse tomorrow, just before sunset local time. Should be interesting.
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Work proceeds apace. We are on schedule, some of the people we are supposed to interface with aren't. Learned a new dirty word recently: heritage .
If an engineer uses a part without a complete analysis, because it's been
used safely in the past, that's using a heritage part, or
' heritage engineering'. And it tends to bite you on the...
hindermost part, if you catch my drift. In a drive for saving money
this is known to happen, and it's a tricky issue. NASA's budget is limited
- it's about one percent of the US budget or so. To save the taxpayer money,
and the projects time, the is a wish to use proven ( often
heritage ) or Common Off The S
helf, COTS items. But if there is a failure due to stressing
these parts in some new and unusual way it can set a project back months
or even years.
The cast and splint are off the hand, and the tender pink flesh is exposed. Quite honestly it looks pretty gross! The finger does not bend at all. A bit alarming. The PT was fairly straightforward, some measurements and a hot bath of the hand, and basic exercises (picking up checkers!) and a massage of the hand. There were quite a few people in, and many have much worse looking injuries.
Worked in the evening on the bike for the girl with CP. Basically just training wheels that can be removed later. No welding or millwork needed! Still, a several hour job, but one that makes me feel better. Delivered it and took my evening walk - the nights have been balmy lately. Crescent moon and stars...
A long day!
The PT proceeds. The therapist picked off all the scabs and dead skin - it didn't really hurt, but now the little pink scar is exposed and it's a bit tender. I won't get nearly the sympathy without all the adornments! They also added hot and cold hand baths and a "cones" exercise. The guy next to me was missing a finger tip. Ouch.
I asked if I could cheat on the cones exercise, and the director of therapy, Gary, said "Only yourself" and smiled. Point taken.
About seventeen people showed up for dinner. Wow. Too busy to talk to some of them. Visited with my brother after dinner, trying to arrange plans for the coming weekend, among other things; then my evening walk with a friend. Actually I heard the end of "A Series of Unfortunate Events" book # 3 as well - those poor Baudelaire children!
Another looong day!
PT again. Nothing too new there. No finger movement yet, but the therapist said about a month more of this, with about 80% recovery in two months, a 100% in a year. I sure hope so, because, to quote a friends child "it bites" being one handed. The guy next to me had a truly gross hand this time - flesh eating bacteria !!
Packing, cleaning, trying to smog my car online (blank screen there and it's due Sunday!), prepping the cat's for my absence. Food, water, and kitty litter while I'm gone. Someone is going to be around, but it's best to unload the more onerous chores.
Also I had the radiator replaced in the Probe. This entailed me scrounging various rides about town by my friends and relatives - between the hand and the car I am racking up quite a karma debt!
Photo Notes: There was a big fire in the San Angeles mountain range just to the south west of Lancaster last week. At one point the visibility was under a mile on the freeway - the overpasses are nicely spaced a mile apart, making it easy to judge. I took this when I got home - note the faint sun shining through!