To the trained eye, also...
I am exceptionally blessed, quite strangely, to the exact same degree that my Wonderful Wife is harrasedly burdened, by kind hearted business people who allow me to scavenge their metal recycling bin for old parts. My middle McMonkey shakes his head each time I pull him in from the basketball court to show off my newest and coolest treasures...
"Junk" he calls it.
So does his mom...
I have plans. Big plans. Cool plans.
In my head there are CAD drawings and .stl files, all duct taped to the side walls of my brain; as I walk thru this mental Disneyland of rubble, PLC ladder logic schematics rewrite themselves and run real time simulations on imaginary screens, while I grade their functionalities, on tiny yellow post it notes...
It is truly a wonderland, and I so wish I could share it with you.
But like viewing photos of other people's grandkids or acquaintances vacation slide shows, after seven or eight seconds, you would be politely positioning yourself for a quick dash out the door.
Don't worry, no offense taken for these imaginary actions, completely impossible to make...
But you would make them.
So would my Wonderful Wife, plus three furry children, and they love me...
The funny thing is, I haven't actually made anything yet.
That would be anti-climatic...
No one out there will understand this.
It makes sense to me...
Not sure how, but it does...
It does...
