The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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One of my favorite comedians

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As for me, I want to try to put it in savings.

How much does an a/c cost?

And here's a great oldie

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Heinlein fans may find this amusing.

I've just finished reading Time Enough for Love in a UK-published paperback edition. When I first read the book years ago, it was a much earlier edition released for the North American market, and it contained only two typographical errors that I can recall: bull!" where it should have been bull! and Irish where it should have been Ishtar. Not bad for a 600-plus-page book.

The one I've got now, on the other hand, is chockablock — absolutely riddled — with typos. This one I thought was too funny not to share. The year is 1917, and Lazarus is soon to leave for the battlefields of Europe, and Maureen gives him a token of her affection:

Small things, et cetera.

Still got Echoes echoing around in my head.....
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And more goodies.......

I think the shark was there to see if the navy had left any more C4 mine 'peace offerings' in the area (to appease those cussed mean sea otters). The first one initiated the shark/sea otter peace treaty, but with sea otters it's always "more,more, more...". I really think it was a case of mistaken identity, and not as suspected an intentional attack against veterinarians. You know those numbers they place on the legs of triathletes? This great white misread Dr. Johnson's as "C4 mine" - simple error. Has already left - totally embarrassed. You can swim in the water - just make sure you are not wearing any words, especially anything resembling "C4 mine".



Yay, Nan! I've been away learning a foreign language as well [immersion learning Georgian (Kartvelian)]! It's alphabet is really neat - looks like Spaghetti-o's: გმადლობთ, დიდი მადლობა (said with Elvis accent, gmadlobt, didi madloba means "Thank you, thank you very much..."). Just like your Gaelic, this language begs for vowels. Found one word that starts with a string of eight consonants: გვფრცქვნი gvprtskvni (you peel). This is probably what some private said after receiving the order: "You peel this მთა mta (mountain) of potatoes." Gvprtskvni!! !

Here's a free Kartvelian lesson (especially helpful for dyslexic Postie): If you want to compliment a woman's lovely hair: lamazi (beautiful) tma (hair), be sure you aren't complimenting her lovely mountains: lamazi (beautiful) mta (mountains).

This could lead to misunderstandings, possibly even war, and you may have to exit like an embarrassed letter-transposing great white shark. Gvprtskvni!! !



Ah well... Since you live in Disaster Alley, with its mines, floods, Santa Anna winds, flaming mta, great whites, military snafus, and melted air conditioners... perhaps you should vacation somewhere totally boring, like Corn Flake Valley, Nowheresville. Probably won't cost a thing.

PS: Great Whites escaping the heat have been known (as with alligators and crocodiles) to travel the sewers and attack people sitting on their toilets. So look before you, ...erm, seat yourself. Gvprtskvni!! ! I'm just sayin'.

Morning After wrote:

Last year in March my husband and I decided to buy a pop-up camper. I'm not so fussy, I would have settled for the first one we looked at, used and old but cheap and fine with me. It's only camping. But he always has to have "the best" so shopping for the perfect camper was long and arduous. It was new in the sense that it was "last year's model" but had never been sold. It had been on the lot for a year. So we bought it. We had to take money out of our retirement fund to buy it. I was thrilled. It is so roomy and well equipped. It was so much fun shopping together for dishes, pots & pans, bedding, you know, all that stuff a couple buys for their first apartment. I thought we could also use it as a guest house because we have a lot of grandkids that visit and have to sleep on the living room floor. I also thought it would be a great place for me to escape to when things got crazy inside and I needed to be alone. I made these ideas known to him. He didn't seem opposed to them. I was SO extremely happy over the prospect of driving around the country and camping.

Two months later we lost our grandson in an automobile crash. I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything but sleep. He has a group of friends that camp together. They are really our son's friends, but the guys and my husband spend a lot of time together hunting and fishing. I have nothing in common with their wives, and though age difference is not usually a problem with me, these women and I just don't hit it off. The group invited us on two different occasions to camp with them. He wanted to go, I did not. I would have gone camping with him alone, just the two of us, or with any of our children, but not with that particular group at that particular time in my life. The camper was up for about two weeks after we bought it and it was fun sleeping out there in the back yard. Then he closed it up and said we couldn't keep it open because it would deteriorate. So my idea of having a little guest house was smashed. Vetoed by the "big boss". I figured he was probably right, but I was really disappointed that I wouldn't have a place to escape to as I initially thought and which he supported by not objecting to that idea or explaining why it couldn't or wouldn't be a good idea right from the start.

Time passed. A whole year. He said he was going to "get rid" of the trailer. I quietly freaked out. He knew I was upset & disappointed. I got depressed. He didn't make any active attempt to sell it so I thought maybe he had changed his mind. My son's family were coming to spend a couple of days. Six of them. I asked if he would open the trailer so that they could sleep out there. He said, very angrily, "I'm not opening that thing. It's too much work. I told you, I'm getting rid of it." More time passed. I couldn't remember why he wanted to sell the trailer. I got a notebook and decided to ask him for his reasons and write them down so I wouldn't forget again. His reasons made me believe he was trying to punish me. These are his reasons which he spat out at me in a very angry tone and with a mean look on his face:

1. "I wanted to go camping three times last year and you didn't want to go. Twice with Dave & Matt and them. The third time you said it was too hot."
2. "Now I know why everybody starts out with pop-ups and switches to hard trailers.
a. "Too hard to set up" b. "too hard to take down."
3. "I have to do all the work."
4. "It's a big process to set it up for guest house use,"
5. "The door doesn't fit right."
6. "The dog chewed the electrical wire in half - almost."
7. "All the plastic things (caps) got broken off."

More time passed. I was beginning to accept that the camper was being sold. I didn't like it at all, I was pissed that he didn't consult me about his decision to sell it. If he had come to me in a decent way and explained respectfully why he wanted to sell it, I wouldn't have been happy, but I wouldn't have felt that he was a dictator and I had nothing to say about my own life and property that was mine also. This was a big issue for me. I talked about it with my therapist.

A couple of days ago we were going to go to the home store to buy plants for the garden. He had already eaten breakfast. I was having mine. Scrapple & eggs. The phone rang. It was his friend Matt (one of the camping group). Matt wanted him to go fishing. I was fine with that. The plants could wait. He said we could still get the plants and then he would go fishing. I said that wouldn't be a good idea because the price of gas was too high for him to drive all the way to the home store and then back and then all the way out to the fishing place. I said "just promise me one thing. Don't be telling Matt our business. Especially about the camper. I don't want those women to know you are getting rid of the trailer. Especially since you seem to be blaming it on me. I'm already depressed and humiliated over it. It breaks my heart to lose it."

That's when he said (yelled meanly) "I never said I was getting rid of the camper. If I was going to get rid of the camper I would have had to do it months ago. Now it can sit in the back yard and rot for all I care. And if you remember, we had a conversation in Florida and you agreed about selling the camper." I don't remember any such conversation. I said "OMG, how can you say you never said you were getting rid of the camper. Are you trying to drive me crazy?" He started for the side door to leave. I threw my breakfast plate at him. I was surprised that it exploded into so many pieces. It hit the wall, not him. He said "Nice!" I threw another plate, a serving plate full of scrapple. It hit the wall and shattered. He left. I went out on the porch and was amazed at how good I felt.

Now, Morning After, are you sorry you asked what my husband said to piss me off?

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Nan, it's such a bummer about your AC having to take precedence over your well deserved vacation. It really sucks. Maybe you could finance the AC. Small monthly payments and then have your "Bushy Bucks" for a nice vacation. If that doesn't work, what about a camping trip. A week in the woods in a tent under the trees. That doesn't cost a lot here in PA, I don't know how much it would cost in California. There's got to be some way to get around this. If you lived close by I would lend you our camper while we've still got it.

am I missing something here? Bushy Bucks is what. . $400. a person?

that is a month's rent to me. Can you actually go on a vacation with $400.00 bucks?

Merle

Bush Bucks are $300.00 per person....Not much you can do with that except get in trouble.....

got that right! I suppose if you have people around you, like family or something, the money would accumulate to do something with, though. I don't have much in common with people with children or husbands or wives or significant others or anybody, actually.

Merle

I was going to bring this up in regard to Chesapeaker's situation and then forgot. For a while my husband and I had an "empty nest". I always thought that term was stupid but when our youngest daughter was away I began to see it as a real concept and thought "aha, now I see what they mean by that term. In fact, that thought was in my mind one morning on my way to work and that same morning I was approached by a woman in the post office who asked me if I would consider hosting an exchange student. I ran it past my husband (duh) and he was okay with it. But we both wanted to be sure that the student we took into our home wasn't a spoiled brat who was used to living a lifestyle above what we could provide. I told this to the woman and she told me about the "FLEX" program where young deserving (excellent student's) people whose parent's were unable to provide the funds or expenses needed in the regular student exchange program were funded by the US government. So we got a wonderful young girl from Kazakhstan who lived with us for a year and graduated from our local high school with honors. I had to fight with the school district to allow her to graduate with the rest of the senior class in the graduation ceremony. Can you believe it? Aaargh! Anyway, she got a small check every month from the federal government for her incidental expenses, clothing, school supplies, personal items and we were so happy to be able to help her out and supplement her monthly check within our modest means which was more than enough to make her life very happy while she was here with us. She is back in Kazakhstan in University now and soon to graduate. She hopes to be an international diplomat.

There is also a program here at our community college for foreign students which would be ideal for host parents who could supplement there income by 750.00 a month. Their parents (usually Asian) want their children to live in a safe, supervised home atmosphere instead of on their own in an apartment and are willing to pay the 750.00 a month to the host (single person) or host family. All that is required of the host is to provide a private bedroom which is furnished and includes a desk, and also to provide meals. But really, the host(s) offer so much more and the rewards of helping out a student are so much more than just financial. The cultural exchange is such a learning experience for all, including the parents back in the student's homeland. If we had the space, we would do it all over again. I think it's a great way to supplement income while providing a much needed service and at the same time contribute to a better understanding of culture and values that could ultimately lead to world peace.

I can see if someone has had children and knows the routine and has regular work hours, or lives in an apartment with a bedroom, (let alone two) this can be a good thing!


Merle