I was visiting my dad at the specialized care facility the other day and when I came in, he was laying down in the bed. He wanted to get up from the bed and get into his wheelchair. My dad is still a big guy-about 180 pounds and 6 foot tall. The CNAs were busy and I'm scared
to death I'm going to not be able to support him and end up dropping him
on the floor. But he's still barely strong enough to help me out so we went for it. The way this works is to basically get the other person in a hug, get them stood up, and then kind of rock back and forth until they are in line with the wheelchair and then plant 'em on the chair.
So there we are, in a hug and doing a parody of a father/daughter dance, just like when I was 10 years old, but now I'm doing the leading instead of him. As I'm coaching "move your right fooot, now your left" all of a sudden he stops and says "Your hair smells great.". I was not quite expecting that commentary, so I look him right in the eye and say "Glad you think so." The oddness of the moment has stayed with me for a couple of days now. Never know what's going to strike a person as important to say, or when.
This weekend was spent helping my friend Brad at the Valparaiso Gun and Knife Show. Brad's lady (aka the Knife Lady) gave me a call on Wednesday to see if I could help out since one of his helpers had a family emergency at the last minute and had to bow out. The Knife Lady handles a lot of the online activity, but due to her health (and someone needing to keep their house in order while Brad is traveling every weekend), can't make it to shows much.
So Brad, me, and another friend of his went to it and traffic was pretty solid all weekend. I got to play and show off my mad Wave skills by deploying Spydercos out of my pocket (they have their own version of the Emerson Wave), popping open the Microtech autos, flipping the ZTs and Kershaws, and thumbing open the Benchmades (speed assist and autos). Spent some time drooling on the Chris Reeves and the Striders too.
It was fun showing folks the difference between the Ka Bars, TOPS, and Essees (Essees are differentially heat treated, BTW) on the fixed blade side. TOPS has a new one that has a small knife in the handle, which just made my day to display.
I learned a lot, saw some old friends, made some new ones and learned a lot (Brad has forgotten more about blades than I'll ever know).
I did end up leaving a DNA sample on one of the Emersons as I was wiping them down to box them up after the show (probably should have gone to get a stitch or two). But the crowd was gone and Brad band-aided me up in short order and I'll leave it tight for a couple of days so it should be good.
Brad's show banner reads "Brad's Knives and the Knife Lady", so people ask if I'm her if I'm helping out. I just explain that I am not, but am just the Knife Lady's sidekick. Well yesterday someone asks if I'm the Knife Lady and I started to go into my explanation, when out of nowhere someone pops up with, "Nope, she's not the Knife Lady, she's the Blade Babe." And it stuck so that's what I got called for the rest of the show. Cracked me up and I do think it's the perfect sidekick name.
Couldn't do the circuit anymore I think, but helping out every now and again is pretty fun. Got to play with knives, get a new moniker, and help a friend all in one weekend. A very nice change from the day job too.
This is from a couple of days ago (ht Firehand): Regarding a report on the fact that 67 out of 70 times, TSA did not catch banned items during screening. Per the Homeland Security Talking Head, these reports don't look good because they are taken out of context.
Uhmmm... the context was that they tested the system, and the system failed 95.7% of the time. There are times when there's nuance--the scoring of gymnastics routines or ice skating, or my personal favorite, pole dancing. There are also times when there's no nuance--simple tests--number of tests divided by number of finds. Which in this case is three. Three times out of seventy, the TSA found what they were supposed to. No nuance to the number three....
Below is an older video of a parrot singing the song in the title of this post. I've heard from a professional that the song is a good one to use for counting beats for CPR, but it's one that you generally don't want to sing aloud in that particular situation.....
There's a local shop that is going out of business. I'd been in a couple of times, but her hours were odd and she was generally closed before I got out of work (also not open on weekends). It's a bead shop so pretty specialized stuff. I'm not really surprised that she's having to close her doors for good considering her hours, but what really brought it home was when I stopped in tonight (managed to get there about 5 minutes after posted closing, but the door was still unlocked and the lights were on). So I ask "are you still open?" "No", she says "I'm on my way out." She was really quite rude. I can see why she didn't make it.