Patio's projects

[neanderman]

What a way to end one of the worst years ever! Insurance companies -- yuck!

I've been cleaning and reorganizing my basement shop, uncovering a few things I'd forgotten about, tossing/recycling other things.

I'm gradually feeling my energy recovering following Anne's death last February and I was contacted by one of her daughters, which was the highlight of the season's ending.

Blessings to all for 2022.

(Sorry if I hijacked your thread, Pat!)

[Patio]

No problem Ed.

I should mention that no one was hurt in the accident! I am thankful for that! Also, no citations were issued. She got a warning. She has insurance and has admitted to falling asleep. I have no hard feeling toward her, stuff happens.

[neanderman]

Thanks, Pat!

No injuries is always good news. I say "Things can be replaced; people can't!"

Also, congratulations on the (semi) retirement! I'm into year two of my full retirement and starting to get my bearings.

[curtis cutter]

I am glad she did not wake up and try to make the left turn Pat.

[earlgo]

Patio, thanks for the slide hammer pics. I am about to get fitted for the same kind of plate. My inserts are in and healed and I was supposed to go yesterday for an impression but 12" snow prevented that. The township plow succeeded in closing off the end of the driveway.

--earlgo

[Patio]

Earlgo, I have the kind of implants that work like Morse tapers do. There are all kinds of different implant fixtures, I have found out. Without the slide hammer it would be difficult to remove my teeth. I sure like mine so far. I can eat anything I want. I do take them out after a meal, to give them a rinse, in the jar at night and back in, in the morning. I have chipped two of the teeth. They are going to get replaced at the sum of $300 a tooth. I hope you like yours as much as I like mine.

[pete]

I always forget to check back here often enough Patio. Like Ed said, what a way to end the year.

A denture story that some might get a chuckle out of. Shortly after I got mine they would bother my gums a bit, no problem at home, but at work and 12 hr shifts I'd wrap them up in a clean paper towel and put them in my pocket for awhile sometimes. Without thinking I reached into my pocket one day and thought what the hell is this and chucked it out the widow of the excavator I was running and doing some final bench grading. Sop at the mine was to throw anything out the window in a low spot and bury it. A few hrs later I realized what I'd done, good thing I was up high and working on my own since it took a couple of hrs of very gently scraping around with the bucket in the general area I thought they might be, but probably more by luck than anything else I did re-find them. The second mistake was even mentioning it to a couple of guys on my crew on the way back to camp. At least a full week of hearing guys ask on the radio if I was missing any bucket teeth and other versions along the same lines. That hoe weighed about 45 tons and I'd driven over those dentures multiple times before I went looking for them. They were down a couple of feet, so probably just deep enough and somehow in fine enough material that there was zero damage to them. So on some day's, it's far better to be lucky than good at what your doing.

[neanderman]

Without thinking I reached into my pocket one day and thought what the hell is this and chucked it out the widow of the excavator I was running and doing some final bench grading.

I've come very close to doing something similar with other personal objects.

What a lucky recovery!

[Harold_V]

My ex-brother-in-law wasn't quite so lucky.
Harv ran a weld shop and I'd had him weld up the small ball mill I needed to process a high grade gold ore. This was MANY years ago. His pay was a half ounce of gold, nicely cast into an ingot and stamped with my hallmark. We were going to a hockey game the night I gave him the ingot, so it went in his shirt pocket. Harv smoked, so during the break between the first and second period, he went to the concession area to indulge his habit. When he returned, he didn't have the ingot any longer, which had been placed in a sealed plastic bag. He thinks that when he took out his smokes he dropped it. Needless to say, going back to find it paid no dividends.

Interesting story, pete. Amazing that you found the plate.

H