From: bowman@montana.com   
      
   On Sat, 20 Dec 2025 14:03:40 -0000 (UTC), Lars Poulsen wrote:   
      
   > Every day when I come home from work, she will ask me how my day was,   
   > and as I tell her what I have been working on, the same thing happens.   
      
   My ex was a librarian and lived in a different world too. Art history was   
   her specialty so one Saturday when I was at the shop I went over to the   
   scrap bin, fished out some likely pieces, and fired up the arc welder. She   
   thought it was artistic; I thought it was scrap that was welded together.   
      
   Then there was the Valentine's Day when I cut a heart out of a piece of   
   1/4" hot roll with a torch, and painted it with some reddish DyChem layout   
   fluid. She liked that too.   
      
   We're still friends. Neither of us remarried, both of us figuring if we   
   couldn't make it stick odds of it working out with anybody were dismal.   
      
   We built some hydraulic power units that were to be shipped to the USSR.   
   We needed labeling for the controls and so forth and she offered to do the   
   translation. That didn't work out well, domain specific knowledge and all   
   that. She had no problem getting around in Russia but didn't spend much   
   time in manufacturing plants instead of art museums.   
      
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