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And Then A Hero Comes Along…250 Heroes, To Be Precise

2 Jun
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I read the following story over on Cubik’s Rube.  He and I agree on very little – so little, in fact, that he hardly ever bothers to answer my rare comments on his posts.  I assume he feels, like I do, that we’d both be wasting our time.  But this case is different: we both agree that Japan’s senior citizens are incredible.

A group called the Skilled Veterans Corps are working to fix the problems at Fukushima.  From CNN:

…three retirees sit in a cramped room, hunched over their computers and mobile phones. They look like the planning committee for a neighborhood senior breakfast, not the leaders of a 250-member team attempting to defuse one of the worst nuclear meltdowns in history.

But that’s exactly what 72-year-old Yasuteru Yamada hopes his seniors group, the Skilled Veterans Corps, will do: help end the crisis at the crippled Fukushima Daiichi nuclear plant.

The group, consisting only of retirees age 60 and up, says it is uniquely poised to work at the radiation-contaminated plant, as the cells of an older person’s body divide more slowly than a younger individual.

This post is short because there are no words to express how much admiration I feel at their selflessness.

On Jaws And Jawing

2 Jun
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Yesterday’s workshop on conflict management was fun.  I learned that there are five types of managing styles: turtle, teddy bear, fox, shark and owl.  I scored equally well as fox and owl, so I suppose that makes me fowl.

I’m certainly not a fish.  I suspect the Hub might be one.  A shark, that is.  When he said to me, ‘Can you believe it’s been twenty-seven years?’  I came over all uncharacteristically sentimental: ‘We haven’t done a bad job, have we?’  He replied, ‘Well, I’ve had to work bloody hard.’

My new skills immediately came into play: ‘When you make jokes at my expense,’ I said, ‘I feel hurt and frustrated.  Because you are encroaching on my job.’

Turns out poking fun at my family is not my only job.  We received one of those annoying dinner-time calls masquerading as a ‘survey’, from someone somewhere selling something we don’t desire or need.  New readers may not know of the Hub’s habit of having fun with these people; if you are interested, you can read about it here, here and here.

I was making dinner (of course) and didn’t hear the whole conversation, but I do know that when she asked for Mrs Tilly Bud, the Hub answered ‘Speaking,’ in a deep Italian-South African accent.  A complete stranger now thinks I vehemently oppose cancer research and my way of helping the homeless is to donate a tent.  She doesn’t mind, however, as she has an invitation to stay over when she’s next passing through Stockport.  I doubt she’ll take me up on it: my profession is ‘Lady of the Night.’ 

The caller did not deviate from her script: ‘Is that full- or part-time?’

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Joke 70

2 Jun

One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to warn the farmer.

She read, “…and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, ‘The sky is falling, the sky is falling!’ “

The teacher paused, then asked the class, “And what do you think that farmer said?”

One little girl raised her hand: “I think he said: ‘Holy Mackerel! A talking chicken!’ “

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