We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
While making my rounds today, watched a master backhoe operator using that shovel as easily and delicately as his own hand. Just wonderful grace and expertise. Later, watched a squirrel burying a nut with his hands, digging and then replacing the soil and patting it down.
While making my rounds today, watched a master backhoe operator using that shovel as easily and delicately as his own hand. Just wonderful grace and expertise.
That reminds me of seeing a tool pusher on a well in Guatemala operating the brake to disassemble some of the drilling apparatus for repair work. He had a very fine touch in manipulating thousands of pounds of metal.
Another example of excellent command of a machine came from the driver of a moving van. He gave me a ride from Florida to NYC, provided that I help him move material out of the van. No problem. We found ourselves at a house in rural Pennsylvania with a narrow driveway up a hill. He backed that van bit by bit up the hill. I was impressed.
A cousin of mine is an artist, though she spends more time on her framing shop. A friend who is a backhoe operator told her she had what it takes to be a backhoe operator. Both artists and backhoe operators have better than average hand-eye coordination.
My father was an artist with equipment. I think the most elegant choreography I've seen is him in the cab of a knuckle boom loader. It was also fun to watch him perform with a bulldozer. While not as immediately awesome, the artistry when he was in the sawyer's cage and cutting a log into its most useful pieces was awe-inspiring. It wasn't just eye-hand coordination, it was eye-hands/feet coordination informed by imagination of what that log might contain.