Here's the little blue bottle. Probably some sort of medicine bottle. Anyhow, I've not found one exactly like this anywhere else.
This might not be the same but I have seen a. number of golf ball sized round white rocks turn up in northern Ohio. They looked just like a round rock. My BIL gave one to me and said it was from indians long ago. I believed that but later heard they were the used stones that paint companies used to mix their white lead paint. Rocks weren't round or white when they started but looked like that when they were done mixing. I still have one but can't find it. Maybe that's your rock and maybe someone knows more about it.
Merthiolate or mercurochrome perhaps
. Probably wasnāt a time in my youth that some merthiolate wasnāt painted on me somewhere. My dad sold a lot of both in his drug store. Mercurochrome was for sissyās. 
Yeah, Bag Balm had mercury in it too. Good antibiotic, as long as you don't need your nerve cells. I still have some lead arsenate insecticide they used on vegetable crops a century ago.Merthiolate or mercurochrome perhaps
Back when I worked in a research lab, we had these rolling ball mills that used balls, some of which were hard, white ceramic, as the grinding media.
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Cool bottle! I am glad that it survived tilling.Oh, I've checked multiple times over the years. I find many similar, but none the exact same shape and size. Maybe it was from Dr. Barbie's milk of magnesia?
Anyhow, it popped up in the soft dirt after a tiller pass and I found it on the return run many years ago in our garden. Who knows? I keep it on the shelves with my wife's toothpick holder collections.
Those are some soft looking hands. Work much Mossy? Or are you retired?
You want to hold them, I know.
You want to hold them, I know.
My last few years at the newspaper doing maintenance on all of the production machinery and the press made them pretty rough. But that ended in 2017.
For the last 5 years I've been doing light carpenter, plumbing, electrical and HVAC. Those are pretty cushy jobs on the hands. No repetitive work.
But still the occasional hazards...
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That recovery was in Minnesota.
This is an interesting video of recovering an old bulldozer which sunk into a bog in 1975. It always amazes me how the paint is still visible, right down to the Army star on the back.
Iāve watched the recovery several times over the last few years, either itās different every time or my memory is playing games. Iām quite certain that once they said that a scuba diver had gone down to attach the chains... I donāt know how else they would have done it anyways although the excavator operator was good enough so that maybe he just hooked the blade.
Note the snow during the recovery, then the grass starting to green up when they dropped it off at the snowsled clubhouse. Thatās in Maine, for sure!
In another video you can see them getting it started.
Memory is a terrible thing! I was sure that when I first watched it a few years ago they said it was downstate from me.
Our engineer insisted that our freight elevator be called a Reciprocating Conveyor. According to him the term Elevator might be assumed to carry human cargo and OSHA or some like entity would get interested.Freight elevator door accident. You know, the type where you pull the top door strap down and the bottom door comes up, and if it's faulty, the doors fly together fast enough to smash bone, like a dull guillotine. And, the door was made back in the good old days where instead of having two flat metal faces with a rubber bumper on the top half, they omit the rubber bumper and put an angle iron on the top half to make a nice overlapping metal seal over the bottom half as the doors come together. Then it latches shut on your hand and you see the car leave the floor through that little window, triggering the interlock so the door cannot be opened until the car comes back to that floor and you start to feel the warm blood oozing over what you hope is left of your hand. So you start kicking the door latch so hard that it opens just enough to stop the car, but you're still stuck in there. You know, that kind of door?
It's the stuff of nightmares!
Turns out the only strap handle was on the inside of the door, which automatically puts your hand inside the path of the closing doors, and the springs that are supposed to prevent rapid door closure failed.
When a coworker pried the doors apart with a shovel I saw my index finger over by my pinkie, held on by about 1/2" of skin. I was just happy it was still there.
In that picture, there are three pins in my index finger. They are the size of large paper clip wire. They bend over the ends so they don't poke through the padding they wrap around the cast. They go through the joints and bones and bone fragments to hold everything together while the body grows new bones. Had to remain in a cast for 8 weeks. Middle finger was fractured as well. Lost my thumbnail, too.
After 8 weeks, they cut one bent end off, rotate the pin, and just pull it out of the bones. It's a very weird feeling. Doesn't hurt at all and just a tiny drop of blood. They don't numb it or anything.
The surgeon gave me worst case expectations for healing up and range of motion and what to expect after 6 months of therapy. Fortunately, I ended up with 80% of motion after that, so I'm technically 20% disabled in that hand. However, my PT was great and I follow through with it to this day, and am close to 98% in my opinion. Just a bent finger and now some arthritis in the joints that gets tender, and it gets cold easily, but hey, I didn't lose the finger. Could have been much worse.
At my old employer we had 6 elevators.
