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Skriven 2013-04-24 22:34:56 av RUTH HANSCHKA (1:123/140)
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Ärende: Railroad Stuff
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-> ->  RH> I was about ten. Maybe 11. Apparently even as a kid I had good
->  RH> taste. At least in jewelry.(LOL)
-> 
-> -> At that age I never had the funding. A few years later I started baby
-> -> sitting and had my own funds from that.
-> 
->  RH> I think my dad bought it or something.  It was probably a whole 
dollar
->  RH> or something similar.  They weren't expensive.
-> 
-> And Dad wanted to get something for his cat loving daughter...........
-> 
And cat-loving dad wanted to get something for his cat-loving daughter.  My 
mom doesn't mind cats, but my dad loved them.  He liked anything in a fur 
coat that wasn't a squirrel or a mouse.  He didn't mind mice much either as 
long as they weren't pooping in his kitchen or eating the bird seed.  
 
->  RH> And now in bed and staying there! I don't think a heat pack will 
work
->  RH> through that brace, but it can always be used elsewhere.
-> 
-> He's up and about; it's better for him to keep as active as he can. We
-> took a short walk (around the circle) after lunch; the walks will get
-> longer as he improves.

On the other hand, an afternoon nap won't hurt anything; sleep helps 
neurological stuff heal faster.
 
->  RH> You're fortunate.  I used to get a lot more than we do now, but
when
->  RH> we used
->  RH> the fireplace they used to come in with the wood or something.  I
->  RH> still get some little gray guys.
-> 
-> Better them than the jumping "wolf" spiders that can scare the living
-> daylights out of you. (G) I've encountered my fair share of them.
-> 
Never had those.  I do like tarantulas as long as they're in cages and not 
crawling out of my bananas. Dad talked about finding them on the New Jersey 
docks when he worked there for a while in college.  
 
->  RH> Emphasis on the junk.  I do get a yen for the fake cheese once in a
->  RH> while, mostly when I can get it free or close to it.  Then I 
remember
->  RH> why I don't eat it - if they have to label it food, it isn't.
-> 
-> Before Steve went in the Army, we were on Food Stamps for a while. That
-> was in the days of occaisional government give aways; one day we got a
-> notice to come and pick up some cheese. I got to the pick up place and
-> it was the imitation velveeta stuff. Had to take it, 15 pounds worth,
-> and couldn't freeze it so we used it up as fast as we could. Never have
-> bought any of it in the years since.

Amen.  Eight ounces a year is about my limit. Maybe every other year.  
Government cheese was the good stuff for a long time. I guess nothing
lasts.
 
-> -> That's my philosophy when it comes to anything technical, computers
or
-> -> otherwise.
-> 
->  RH> If you're not a programmer or electrician, it's the norm.
-> 
-> I'm neither, more of a designer.

Same here more or less, although I can manage to rewire a lamp and the
like.
 
->  RH> Old school electric burners took forever to heat up and forever to
->  RH> cool down.  They make closed burner gas stoves now but I don't have
->  RH> one of them. It's easier to see how high you have the gas with open
->  RH> burners.
-> 
-> Yes, and you can crank them down so that there's a bare minimum of a
-> flame & put a heat diffuser under the pot to create a super low
-> temperature. Been there, done that.

These days I usually use the crock pot for that, but yep.  Chem lab 
training.
 
-> -> She was my lap kitty tho, enough of a nusiance to work around at 
times.
-> 
->  RH> One of mine won't jump on me at all; the other one only does when 
she
->  RH> wants something badly.
-> 
-> Which is how often?
-> 
Random intervals.  
 
-> -> OK, I get the picture.
-> 
->  RH> It's not so bad; the computer does nasty things to my shoulders
->  RH> sometimes.
-> 
-> I work off a net book, sitting with my feet up, on our love seat. Much
-> better for the neck & shoulders.

Quite likely, but I need the full-sized keyboard.
 
-> ->  RH> It'll do.  Man does not live by pound cake alone, but by every
-> ->  RH> cheesecake that proceeds from the ovens of God.(LOL)
-> 
-> -> Reminds me of my freshman year of college, one of my friends got a
-> -> package from his mom. It had some books he'd requested, with some
-> -> cookies and a note--"Man does not live by food for thought alone; he
-> -> needs peanut butter cookies".
-> 
->  RH> Amen Mom!  I had a meeting a church this morning.  I brought a
small
->  RH> salami, ome crackers, a bottle of soda ...and cheesecake.
-> 
-> And nothing came home I presume.

Oddly, some of the cheesecake.  The salami vanished however.  It was one of 
those el-cheapo markdownss from the Big Y.  It was good; there was a 
smallish chunk left at the end, and I offered it to a young guy with a 
hollow leg.  He scarfed it on the way out the door. The cheesecake is of 
course also long gone.  
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