Sunday, August 8, 2010

A Slice Of Industrial Life

I made a mistake before I sat down to write this report, which was to read the news and some folks' opinions on the internet. One major article I read was that the world is coming to an end, and both religion and science agree on that! That's a downer, but I'll believe it when I don't see it...

The mistake means that now I'm a little bummed out. I need the world so I'll have somewhere to keep my stuff. Without the world, where am I going to sleep? Plus, there's Grandma to think about. She's lived a good life and never done anything wrong. The Lord's not going to go ballistic on us while such a soul remains. That much I know.

Anyway, before all that descended on my psyche, dragging my psyche down, I was already off to a good day. Just let me look out the window for a minute and I'm sure it'll revive my spirits. There, I can see and hear the roar of activity in the neighborhood as factories come alive with the new morning, preparing for a new day of industrial work. I'm feeling better now.

Of course I have my own tire factory. Since it's just me, I get to do it all myself, which means I can have a full set of tires (and one to spare!) for you by this time four days from now. Odd sizes and anything other than round take longer. I was in the store last night and discovered rainbow bread -- bread of all different colors. So if you need rainbow tires, that'd take a little longer too, maybe a lot longer. I need to check around and see if anyone in the Residential Industrial Movement (RIM) makes food coloring. (My big question about rainbow bread was how do you know when it's molding?)

Bread comes in slices, we all know. So what I'm giving you today is just "a slice" of industrial life, like if you took a cross section of it and cut through it and looked at it from that perspective. Just like rainbow bread, it's a very "colorful" thing, whether the man is making tires, generating electricity (both of which I do), coming up with disposable diapers, wheels for hospital beds, or industrial vats.

In addition to discovering rainbow bread yesterday, I was out in the neighborhood, nosing around. This is a good thing to do, because everyone's proud of the sounds, sights, and smells of the RIM. I was wondering about one place being awfully quiet when I approached -- too quiet -- but old man Spooner started clanking on a random piece of metal with a hammer when he saw me. I love that sound, metal against metal, and I know he does too!

Families are hard at work. Dads who've sired a lot of children are very fortunate these days, because it gives them a ready workforce. No longer are kids just the unnecessary expense they were before, especially sons with muscles. They're out there working hard, clanking things, soldering, brazing, painting, lugging panels and things to the storeroom and finished products to the warehouse. Some of the daughters, the more burly ones, are helping. The daintier ones bring in donuts and keep the coffee pot fresh and full. Mothers, first timers and repeaters, are busy tending to their pregnancies.

Then there's the joy of every family, little kids who aren't quite old enough to be hard at work but not young enough to still be sucking. A lot of these little urchins know my name and they greeted me the best way they know how, yelling to me on their way to the swimming hole. There's a lot of runoff ditches in the neighborhood, and, to tell the truth, there's no better place to cool off on a hot day! At least that seems to be the very firm contention their actions appear to make. I think if they just keep their eyes shut tight and are careful not to get the water in their eyes or any open sores, they'll be just fine...

I'm really proud of the RIM, and what we're doing to make the world a better place and to keep it going a good while longer.


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