Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 00:01:02 -0500
Reply-To: Stan Wilder <wilden1@JUNO.COM>
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From: Stan Wilder <wilden1@JUNO.COM>
Subject: Bad Dad
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Several days ago I received several sets of main bearings and other
engine bearings.
Several days before I had retrieved my crankshafts, reconditioned rods
and some cylinder heads from a local shop.
Since the temperatures are down in the lower 40s in Dallas I decided that
I needed to bring the five VW Type IV blocks from the garage into the
rear door to my den that functions as no-man's land and is full of
shipping supplies, computers, books, a few TV sets and a few VCRs.
Other than not wanting to work in the cold garage I reasoned that a warm
block would give more accurate micrometer readings when sorting through
the main bearing selection process.
Poppy (12 week old pup) was helping me to trip, fumble and drop every
thing I was bringing in.
It is my common practice to keep a glass of water near me most of the day
so I can get down my minimum of two to there quarts a day.
I took a rest and drank some water.
Poppy was exuberant about all the new stuff I had brought into our shared
domain and was examining everything for chewable surfaces or things she
could drag outside to include in her collection of clutter.
I had recovered a few giant cardboard water heater cartons and I had
broken them down flat, spread them out to protect the now fading 20 year
old carpet in my den.
Poppy was directing my efforts pulling on the corners as I placed the
cardboard pieces.
I moved the engine cases to the cardboard and sat to take a break and
check my E-mail.
Poppy was being a real pest standing on her hind legs trying to lick the
sides of the water glass sitting on the desk. She knew it was water
because I often refill her drinking bowl as I walk by with my water
glass.
I gathered up my micrometers of various types and sat down to a two foot
high steel work base that holds an engine and started rotating it taking
the various measurements.
Poppy continued to be a real pest and wouldn't let me alone, she had her
nose into everything and carried of my micrometers more than once.
While I was retrieving my Micrometers she was going after my water glass
on the desk licking the condensed moisture from the sides.
With the five trips to the garage and all the activity Poppy was walking
around with her tongue hanging out.
Then it hit me ............. she's being a pest because she's out of
water.
That was it.
I filled her water bowl and after drinking she laid down for a nap while
I finished my measurements in peace.
If she could talk, she'd say I was a bad dad.
Stan Wilder
83v Air Cooled Westfalia
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