Susie's* Old Radio Repair
Harry Radio The big, brown, ever-logistics-lovin', I-think-I'm-a-race-car truck, dropped off yet another parcel. I watched with interest as Russ placed the box on his work bench to open. My curiosity was piqued every time a "Russ' Old Radio Repair" box showed up.
Russ promptly dispatched of the careful, brown wrapping. Nothing unusual about this, I'd witnessed the same scene many times before. What grabbed my attention is what he said.
"It's a radio- for you- to work on."
"Me?" I pointed at myself, feeling a great deal of disbelief. "For me- to work I?" I repeated. I must have misunderstood him.
"Yes. Harry sent you a radio to work on."
I couldn't believe my ears. I knew Harry. Harry Luginsky. He and Russ chatted frequently; they shared a love of old radios. Harry had become a good friend, and customer. "Harry sent me a radio to work on." I repeated it again, as if I heard it enough times, I'd believe it.
"Yes, he did."
I stood half stunned at the thought, that any intelligent human being, would send me a radio to work on, instead of Russ. Susie's Old Radio Repair. Had a nice ring to it. I kind of liked it. I had done a petty good job on the first radio- with Russ' help. I guess I could understand why Harry would prefer me to fix his radio. Yeah. Cool. I could feel my ego inflating to 'bout the size of a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon. A smile crept across my face. Well, I guess I'm pretty good at this stuff- for a novice. No wonder Harry wanted me to repair his radio for him, I thought.
"He doesn't want it back. Said, you can keep it."
"Oh." I felt like my big balloon suddenly encountered a long, sharp needle. KABOOM! My delusions of grandeur, promptly dumped me abruptly on the floor. Of course. That's Harry- he was just being nice. He had thoughtfully found an old radio I could continue learning on.
"That's really nice of him. Since he sent it to me, I'm going to work on it." I said it, and I meant it. On the other hand, if Harry wouldn't have send me a radio, I think my days of radio repair would be over. It's not that I don't like working on radios, it's just that I don't particularly like doing things I'm not good at. I prefer the creative arts to any that require technical skills. Why? Because I feel I excel in that area- and they require no math.
So, I would like to extend my gratitude to Harry for the radio and, guess I'd better get to work. The wild bird photos may have to wait.
Till next time,
Regards,
Sue
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* Was thinking- believe I'd prefer Suzie or Suzy. That way I'd have a Z, as in Zenith. Please send a comment to help me decide. Should it be Susie, Suzie or Suzy? Whadda think? I'll go with the variation receiving the most votes. Thanks!
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