TPBM 106 - Australia's 911
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Now, what was the damn question I was supposed to answer...
Oh yeah! I do, and it's my youngest son that does it. I mean, there are lots of other options, too, but he's been a delivery driver for Jason's Deli for probably ten years now, and he's got a very good reputation with customers and coworkers alike. His next older brother did it for fourteen years, and through excellent money management, was able to buy his house.
That being said, I almost never order food for delivery. I'd rather pick it up myself.
TPBM prefers to be as self-sufficient as possible.
I'm working through it with a life coach.
TPBM is watching the clock.
I'm watching it, and it knows I'm watching so it had better behave itself.
TPBM is counting down to something.
I thought the clock was watching me.
TPBM would choose window screens over electricity.
No, won't choose, I want both. I'm greedy that way.
TPBM is charitable to a fault.
Can't afford much charity, but I am sometimes too nice for my own good.
The person below me is a grinch.
I suppose it depends who you ask but I actually like Christmas and always decorate a tree and get in enough alcohol.
TPBM can tell a mean ghost story.
Sorry, the ghost in all my stories is named Casper.
Nope. Not ever. I'm claustrophobic.
TPBM sets out at least one hummindbird feeder every summer, or keeps them out year round if the hummingbirds are around all year.
I let the Japanese honeysuckle live. That's my contribution. (As if I had control over the honeysuckle!)
TPBM wouldn't hurt a fly.
True of most flies, but the horseflies that have come around lately are GOING DOWN. I don't go outside without my battery-powered swat racquet.
TPBM has a better solution.
Take an umbrella! If horses are flying it really is the end of civilization.
TPBM controls the Pickle Fork of Destiny.
Is that some sort of metaphor regarding greed? Use the damn fork so you don't get your hand stuck in the jar trying to grab all the pickles?
The smell of a pickle brings on waves of nausea in me, so it is unikely I'd wield such a utensil.
When I see a flying horse, I just presume it escaped from the gasoline sign.
TPBM knows of what I speak/write.
Well, I know you're not writing with the Often Magical Biro of Carnaught for 'twas lost to mortal man.
TPBM is questy.
Thou thinkest you speak to mortals? Thrice quest laden.
TPBM will name the first of them.
WHAT is your favorite colour?
TPBM will answer one of these questions
(not the character's answers )
The second, obviously. You walk in the morning, therefore you wish to see greenery.
TPBM knows, scientifically (tic), how to tell if the accused is a witch.
I know two methods (The cruelty):
1- Almost everywhere to perform: Throw the accused woman in deep water, if she will stay afloat she is a Witch if she sinks she wasn't.
2- To Weigh the mass of a woman in the old town of Oudewater*: The Witches Weighhouse. When a woman was too light, she was a Witch.
Witches fly on brooms, you can't be too heavy to do that.
proof it's old:
The waag was built in 1482 as a goods wagon. In 1545, Emperor Charles V was the only place in Europe to give Oudewater the privilege of a fair weighing process. No one was ever condemned as a witch.
The people who actually let themselves be weighed in Oudewater to show that they were not a witch, were few in number (only 13 people had received a certificate proving that they could not be a witch by weight) and mainly from the immediate surroundings of Oudewater.. At the time of the witch trials in the regions of Holland and Utrecht in the last decades of the sixteenth century, the Witches Weighhouse was not used. The government in Oudewater still carried out the weighing tests at a time when elsewhere in the Republic judges refused to carry out such tests with which accused witchcraft wanted to prove their innocence. Accusations of witchcraft were then regarded as libel rather than a serious complaint. Since payment had to be made for each certificate, economic motives may have played a role in this. After all, each weighting meant more income for the city of Oudewater. (source: Dutch wiki)
* I was raised about twelve miles from Oudewater. Unfortunately never 's proofed that I am no witch.
TPBM would like to be time/teletransported to the 16th century for one week and tells what (s)he would do over there or why (s)he wouldn't go.
I would like to be transported back in time, but it has 'Bad Idea and Likely Fatal' written all over it. That's never stopped me before.
TPBM would rather go forward in time.
Silly, that's what I'm doing right now!
TPBM has more watches that s/he can hold, which proves s/he has too much time on his/her hands.
(Sure do wish we could agree on some gender-neutral pronouns without resorting to using the current plurals to completely mess with grammar.)
That's funny you should ask. Just yesterday I had new batteries put in the two watches I own. As far as having too much time on my hands, no.
TPBM no longer, or never did wear a watch.
No longer for two reasons. 1) I wash my hands a lot and that means taking it off or getting it wet, and b) everything tells time now. Everything.
TPBM lives where they can hear church bells.
Apparently not! Haven't heard one in I can't imagine how long.
Of course, in central Texas (and likely many other places) churches are more common that Starbucks stores. Damn near every little strip mall has at least two. I've got two mega-churches within (at most) two miles from my house. I can't imagine that there are enough tithing members to support them all, yet they're everywhere.
TPBM won't answer the front door if there's a bible-banger (no slight intended; just can't think of the term) on the other side.
I'd rather have a bible banger than someone wanting to cut my trees down or repair my drive.
I just tell them that they are too late to save my soul and that I don't want to prove to them that there is no god. They rarely press the issue.
TPBM is more open to persuasion.
I don't know. People rarely offer a reasonable argument.
TPBM has the answer.
By which standards are you going by?
I have 3 sons, which by today's standards is one more than average.
I was one of 10 siblings, which by my generation's standards was considered large, but not uncommon.
My mother and father were one each of 12 and 15 siblings, respectively.
I'm not exactly sure how to answer your question succinctly. It's all a matter of perspective, I suppose.
TPBM knows the birthdays and anniversaries of all his/her family members (extended to include first cousins) without having to resort to a memory device other than her/his own brain.
I do not, but Google does! Thank you Google for telling me when to send that card!
TPBM had constructed a memory palace. I'd be very interested in how it''s worked for you.
No, I have a hard time remembering what I did yesterday sometimes. It sounds like it would be somewhat meditative though.
TPBM has constructed a memory palace and can help >33 SomeGuyInVirginia: with his inquiry.
All I can come up with is a scheme in The Aging Brain, where Polk made up this elaborate scenario with odd rhyming things in each room of an imaginary house in order to remember a seven digit number string. I was not impressed.
TPBM isn't (really!) THAT old!
There are parts of me that have become much older than my chronological age.
And there are parts of me that just refuse to grow up.
I often yell at myself to get off my own lawn, and stick my tongue out in response.
TPBM has a dichotomous relationship with one's self.
Edited to correct a horrid case of nonparallel verbs.
Wrong. . . but I did carve animals in the 99.44% pure soap!
TPBM knows something else that is 99.44% pure.
The driven snow maybe??
TPBM will give this thread the kick in the pants it needs to keep going strong.
Fine! Let's enumerate and discuss each and every lie told by the autocrat Donald Trump, Sr.
That ought to keep us busy!
In lieu of that, TPBM will wax poetic on the nature of his/her first morning cup of coffee/tea/beverage-of-choice.
Grind the beans, use our wonderful well water, process in my Bunn coffee maker. Black, no sugar, wait about 3-4 minutes to take the too-hotness off, then have that first blissful sip. 2 mugs worth, always a pleasure. I would be very sad without my morning coffee.
TPBM is glad I chose the poetic rather than the ridiculous/dangerous.
yes. I already have many ridiculous and dangerous morning tea episodes. Coffee sounds calming and enjoyable by comparison.
TPBM has a lie detector.
I call it being educated on the issues, critical thinking, and good common sense, but sure.
TPBM is okay with the occasional "white lie", and perhaps know why it is called such. (And don't fib about it!)
// >41 karenmarie: substitute Gaggia Classic for Bunn, substitute 1 skimpy teaspoon of sugar for black and finally double espresso for 2 mugs worth!! I agree with the rest of the intent!!//
I'm okay with an occasional "white lie" but I don't know why it is called such, and since it's Monday and I'm feeling grumpy because I'm at work, I'm not going to look it up.
TPBM is not grumpy.
Not a bit. The milder weather is a temporary reprieve from grouch.
TPBM forgot that today is Monday.
Indeed - I have an irregular work(ing) scheme at the moment - I saw, when coming home from work, that the garbage sacks weren't picked up* by the garbage truck this morning and realized it was Monday today. (*they are gone now :)
TPBM chooses between Monday Monday by The Mamas & The Papas and I Don't Like Mondays by the The Boomtown Rats
Well, I'm more of a Folkie in my musical tastes (although I tend to mainline classical music), so given the two choices, it's TM&TP.
I worked with a fellow who had a coffee mug (which I suspect was filled with something quite stronger) that read: Monday is a hell of a way to live one seventh of your life.
TPBM has a different day of the week that is particularly vexing to her/him.
Every since I was a wee lad, Sunday evenings have struck me as being just plain sad.
TPVM is glad they live where they do.
Yup. I love living here in central NC. Gorgeous country, seasons without being nasty about it (except summer), greenery instead of SoCal semi-arid desert. I also like living outside of a small town instead in the middle of the LA sprawl. 28 years and counting.
TPBM is also glad they live where they do.
Here, here! When I moved here in 1989, I (we actually; I was married to ThiMs at the time) bought a house in an established neighborhood. The schools my kids attended were all withing a mile and a half of the house, and most of that could be traversed by the hike and bike trail very near the house. For the most part, we've always had good neighbors, and got involved in community activities (Scouts, for example.) And I divorced ThiMs in 1998, and two years met MrsHouseLibrary, whom I married a year later. She told people she married me because I had lots of big trees in my yard. (And I loved her because she had "big tracts of land.") The thing is, it's a very welcoming community here, and she instantly fell in love with it all. Had I lived somewhere else, it's likely I wouldn't have met her -- lots of things factored into that, actually. Plus, this is where my friends are now. And, I've tossed away a lot of people who turned out to not be friends over the years. I could go on, but I'm hoping to sell my house by this time next year, and if I'm lucky, I'll buy another (smaller) one in this same neighborhood.
Keep this going. TPBM is also glad they live where they do.
I am happy with where I live.
The Dutch Climate is pleasant: mild and various (Cf). Best comparable with the Oregon and Washington coast region. The cultural (including good libraries), social, economical and political climates are also pleasant.
I live in a city, in a neighbourhood that's not to busy. Friends, the North-sea, dunes, parks and center are at travel-by-bike-distance. Restaurants and shops for daily living goods at walking distance. The public transport system is dense: trams, trains and buses.
I have lovely neighbours.
I love my house built in an early 20th century style, with a flower garden.
TPBM continues this feel-good subject
(so sorry if some of you are less content with where you live)
I grew up in a small city, but loved woodland areas and now live in a lovely small town in a wooded area not far from the city where my family lives.
Southern NH is perfect for me - it is about an hour drive to the beach, the same to Boston, or the White Mountains. The winters are not always fun, but not as bad as some of the midwest and plains areas, and the other seasons are quite nice except for Black Fly season.
TPBM has always lived in the same area.
Yep. I live about 10 miles from where I grew up. I'm 45 minutes from Lake Erie and 2 hours from Pittsburgh (closest place of any culture). There are numerous lakes within 20 miles and several sizable rivers and creeks close by to kayak on and enjoy. There is a wonderful hiking trail a mile from my house where I can walk my dog (Bob Barker).
TPBM has moved around.
California, Connecticut, California again, North Carolina. I can't see any real reason to switch states again, although we may downsize in 5 years or so. Just an idea floating around...
TPBM is considering downsizing.
Not considering; I'm in the process of downsizing. But getting rid of what I consider to be clutter is a double-edged sword. I have to hang on to somethings I absolutely don't want, and I'm afraid I've tossed out things I've actually needed to later replace.
Haven't started on the books yet. That's going to be the toughest part. I want to keep just one bookcase and fill it with books I haven't read yet, plus a few others that I won't part with. That'll be more than enough to read for the rest of my life, even if I live to be 100.
Then I want to get into a much smaller house.
TPBM wants for nothing.
Nope, not me. I want more bookshelves.
Other than that, I'm pretty okay.
I can see uninterrupted jungle through the balcony door from where I'm sitting which, considering I currently live in a city-state that is also the world's third most densely populated country, isn't bad.
TPBM also lives somewhere that bucks the trend.
Yes! I live immediately outside of Washington DC, a town that has monetized avarice, incompetence, and narcissistic personality disorder. I don't think I'd want to live anywhere else.
TPBM glories in their surroundings.
I live in southwestern Oregon, a dozen miles from the California border. Been here seven years now and love it. Sometimes I'm driving or walking down the street and think, holey cow, I get to LIVE here, all the time!
TPBM also lives in a tourist town.
No, but about 5 miles from where I live is a small natural lake and a small town that draws a lot of Pittsburghers for the summer. They are known as Mupears - when asked where they're from they say "I'm up here from Pittsburgh."
TPBM likes big city life.
Not to contradict myself (>52 WholeHouseLibrary:), I could adapt. Despite my preference for greenery (hence, my degree in Forestry), I worked in NYC for over ten years, and spent a goodly amount of time visiting there since I was a proverbial knee-high, riding the subways, taking the buses, walking around neighborhoods, going to Broadway shows, museums, bookstores, music venuues, and there's just so much to see and do! It's doubtful I would not enjoy it again, immensely.
The downside, of course, is that I'd have to probably rob a bank and never get caught to be able to afford to live in a city. My younger brother has owned a place near Greenwich Village for over 35 years now. Hasn't lived there in at least 20 because he had to rent the place so he could pay the taxes and such on it. Last I heard, he was getting a bit less than $4,000/mo for it. Most of that goes toward the rent for his attic-home in Flatbush.
TPBM is aghast!
Nope. Ten years ago I lived 20 miles from Manhattan and paid $1700 for an illegal basement apartment where the landlady upstairs would walk through our place to get to the laundry room. Ruined me, financially. Long story. Never again to the big cities. No point being close to one if you can't afford any of the attractions. Last time I was in Chicago visiting museums, the parking was more than the admission, and the admission was not exactly cheap.
TPBM has a plan.
So mysterious, in fact, that even I don't know what I'm doing.
TPBM had an exciting weekend.
Well, started off Friday night with a friend sitting around a fire drinking wine, Saturday I went to a baby shower, Sunday and Monday spent a lot of time observing the patch of milkweed in my yard where the monarch caterpillars are busy eating and then climbing the wall of my house and deck and going in to chrysalises. Probably not too exciting to most people.
TPBM can whistle.
Sure... I just put my lips together and blow.
TPBM hasn't heard anyone whistling (tunes) in the street for an age
Now that you mention it, no. My grandfather whistled beautifully but all I've got is a tuneless, flat trill that I use to organize my thoughts and bring forth lost objects.
TPBM is off then on again.
I just rebooted my laptop, does that count?
TPBM knows what needs a reboot.
Is this some sort of joke? A barefoot cowboy, of course!
TPBM knows a good plumber.
(Not looking for recommendations, mind you; just curious.)
Yes. One of the local guys fixed the drain from my kitchen sink and an outdoor water tap. Highly recommended: https://www.foldbyvvs.dk/
TPBM knows a good mason.
My brother was an excellent brick mason.
TPBM keeps a list of all the critical folks needed to keep their house in good repair.
Momentarily, at least, I know where I put my electrician's card. That's valuable information around these parts, as I found him by word of mouth x 5 degrees of separation.
He managed a heroic reconnection of my house service after the anchor pulled out of rotted wood. He stood on the porch roof and yanked the live service line back onto the re-anchored hook. I almost couldn't watch.
I'm hoping he can refer me to a plumber now
TPBM does all those home tasks themselves.
When I lived with mom, and then while I owned my own house I did what home repair/maintenance I could. Now that I live in an apartment, anything that comes up will be the landlords problem.
TPBM is feeling energetic.
TPBM um ... er ... is hoping someone else will do take on a task that they're supposed to do (and which they really don't have an excuse for not doing).
Yes, I have a second recall on my car for the airbag valve and I hate making appointments and leaving my car for stuff like that.
TPBM snorts when they laugh.
Wow, I didn't realize you lived close enough to hear me!
Truthfully, I do, but not all that often. It depends on the joke and how unprepared I was for the punchline being outside what I was expecting.
There was one yesterday, for exaple, but for the life of me, I don't recall it.
TPBM will (please) remind me what it was.
Okay. Q. How much money does a pirate pay for corn?
A. A buccaneer.
TPBM reads scary books in October.
Not normally, but I expect that I'll still be working my way through the Muller Report well into November even.
I have way too much on my to-do list, so I allocate varied amounts of time work on each one at least weekly. Some days, Project N will require more time dedicated to a particular phase of it, so time is borrowed from projects A through Project BD. Yeah, 82 projects; 2 added this morning when I learned they're replacing utility poles and lines, so a guy wire will be anchored a good 25 feet on my property (in their easement.) That means the wire will run two to four feet diagonally across the main trail the deer use to bed down in my yard. So, landscaping. Also, the new lines will run on the falling side of a dying 45-foot pine tree (already rotted in the middle and open on one side), so that's got to come out before the new lines are run.
Busier and busier.
TPBM has time to spare.
No, it's almost scary how little time I have.
//>83 morningwalker: And I always read scary books in October!//
TPBM is stuck in another age.
I wish I could be stuck in an age of reason. I fear that time has come and gone though.
//>85 SomeGuyInVirginia: Any recommendations? No vampires, zombies or werewolves though. I need a title for October book club.//
TPBM saw It Chapter 2 and will give an opinion.
//>87 Darth-Heather: Oooh! Those on on my list! >86 morningwalker: Depends on how scary you want. I always recommend Lie to Me by David Martin but I should warn you that it's...disturbing. One the happier side of the dark side, and easier to take sitting down, I liked Head Full of Ghosts and Help for the Haunted.
More in the suspense side- The Accomplice is a Bette Davis/Joan Crawford gothic in book form, available on Kindle for $2.99 which is a freakin' steal. Beast in View by Margaret Millar is an excellent gothic that's available in Kindle and print. Anything in this list that I added I can vouch for!: http://www.librarything.com/list/10489/all/Exceptional-thrillers-that-deserve-a-...
I do, often. Although it gets a lot of competition for my attention from the classical station. While driving, I'll sample the four other preset stations, but always end up shortly thereafter on one of the first two.
TPBM has contributed money to either or both, the NPR station and the classical station.
Both, actually, although at this time I am only sending money to our local NPR station, WUNC. I'm a sustainer, which is soooo nice, just a little bit each month out of the checking account.
TPBM still occasionally listens to AM radio.
Only for the traffic report! Our NPR station dropped it.
I listen to VOBB in Norris Point Newfoundland a lot. First off I have friends that volunteer there (everybody volunteers there!) and they play ALL kinds of music and I like variety! My silly Echo had a bit of trouble finding it but it knows it now!
TPBM listens to other voluneer community stations.
I occasionally listen to KSKQ, Ashland community radio, and also Jefferson Public Radio (i.e. NPR) for the news. But truth be told I got hooked on a little local country and western station out of Rogue River, OR, KRRM (tagline The Cream of Country Radio). They don't play pop country, but old school country and folk going back to the 1920s, when Country was Country and Western. I mean, where else can you here Gene Autry, Woody Guthrie and contemporary cowboy poetry? OK, a little odd, maybe, but it sure is less predictable than the pop music stations around here.
TPBM also has an unexpected choice.
I switch between two stations: one is WERS, which is Emerson College Radio. They are a broadcasting school and their program is a delightful eclectic mix of indie rock, New Wave and folk. the other is Sportshub, especially during football or hockey seasons.
TPBM prefers streaming.
Sometimes. I use Spotify at home but at work we have our local NPR station on all day.
TPBM is sentimental.
I'm not sentimental-I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last-the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.
TPBM where that came from
Experience, I presume, just as presume there was a tacit "knows" in that sentence (and an invisible period.)
No! I march to the beat of a different drummer!
TPBM dated the drummer.
Dating musicians is just a bad idea. Two experiences was all I needed. Guitar and Ban-Joe.
TPBM is not WHL and will not take offense.
I am not WHL. I will not take offense.
TPBM is looking forward to a book sale and will splurge if she/he sees a good selection.
Absolutely; just let me at ‘em. Failing which, I’m looking forward to an overseas trip at the end of the year so I can raid new book shops.
TPBM will recommend a good fantasy book shop in Seattle.
Never been to Seattle (one day, maybe) so can't help. In the UK we don't seem to have library sales like the USA, at least I've never come across them. Second-hand book shops are disappearing fast but we do have charity shops on every high street which always have a few shelves. Some charities, e.g. Oxfam, British Heart Foundation, have specialist book shops which are worth seeking out.
TPBM has been to a 'book town'
I have been to two book towns: In Bredevoort, a village in the east of the Netherlands and in Hay-on-Wye in Wales. Fantastic!
You walk some steps and another (secondhand) bookshop is there, in all categories: some with random books, specialized ones, shops with books for one Euro/Pound, antiquarians, .., bookcases along the street with a box for the fee.
It's a while ago that we were there and unfortunately the number of shops has declined sharply in recent years, probably by the online offers.
TPBM can tell if there are similar towns in the US, apart from 'Gold Cities'
Not that I know of but there are more than 90,000 registered Little Free Library book-sharing boxes in 91 countries worldwide. Find some in your area using their world map. https://littlefreelibrary.org/
TPBM has used a Little Free Library.
I have! There are four in my neighborhood, and dozens in the area I consider to be nearby. A few of them are also geocache sites. I tend to put books into them rather than borrow from them.
A tip of the hat to Tom Bol, who created the first LFL in 2010.
TPBM has never had to pay a late fee at the library.
Never! My reputation at the library is very important to me.
TPBM has a reputation.
At my age all I want to say is, yes those stories are probably true. Probably.
TPBM has a rep.
Acquitted! And I'm under a gag order.
TPBM learned a new trick.
No, I can't. You know what they say about an old dog.
TPBM has gotten an autograph from a famous person.
Decades ago I got Harold Macmillan's autograph (before he became Prime Minister). More recently I lined up to get books by Nicholas Hytner and Howard Jacobson signed. I have a copy of Noel Coward's autobiography signed by him and dedicated to "Wally - In memory of a very delightful musical evening" but I bought that.
TPBM can tell us about signed works on their shelves.
I don't usually enjoy series books, I guess because I don't care much for backstory or lots of detail about exes or addicted kids.
TPBM can't wait for the next in their favorite series.
That's me. And I've gone slightly off the deep end, filling a notebook with my outline and dissection of the Bobiverse while I wait. The story has multiple plot lines and a zillion Bobs!
TPBM has received a hand-written letter this year.
Yes, but one only. The letter 'B' which was supposed to mean, 'Bastard', and I took to mean, 'Boyfriend Material.'
TPBM cooks in a tiny kitchen.
Smaller than I like, certainly. What is called a galley kitchen by estate agents. The main problem is being limited in the mess I can make before I have to clear up.
I do. Cookies, cakes, pies, on the sweet side and lasagna, pastitsio, and other casseroles/meat dishes on the savory side. I love being in my kitchen.
TPBM also loves being in their kitchen.
Of course! That's where the coffee pot is.
TPBM has a basement.
>122 WholeHouseLibrary: Are you probing for information? Well, I'm not falling for your ruse.
TPBM will back me up.
Sorry. My parents are an architect and a librarian. Being my parents' child, I'm always interested in more information about buildings.
The person below me always wants more information.
Not sure what you mean by that, AnnaClaire. Could you restate that, with tons of detail so we can get a better understanding of what you intended to say? I don't want anyone to misconstrue your statement.
TPBM understands the inner workings of the Total Perspective Vortex.
Indeed, I have raised the standards a little lower.
TPBM is too sexy for this thread.
I better not be! We've got extreme drought conditions here in central Texas, and I don't want to be the cause of any trouble.
TPBM has noticed that spokespeople on television commercials seem to be replacing the Z phonic in words with S phonics, and can explain the rationale for such behavior that I might stop beating my head against the wall when I hear it.
To catch your attention with sibilance? Or annoyance? Usually in Asia it's the other way around and they replace the ess with the zed (and have such things as 'converzations').
TPBM is also celebrating a special day today.
After four days, apparently we're not.
TPBM prefers to read in silence (contrast with: with music playing in the background; and with: in din.)
I used to be able to read while anything was going on, but my attention span isn't what it used to be and I now prefer silence. Low classical music would occasionally be acceptable I guess.
TPBM likes an unusual sandwich combination.
>134 humouress: I'm 21 again today. TPBM's mother has been 29 forever. My mother finally moved to 39 but now she is proud to tell everybody she is 98!
Nothing beats peanut butter with bananas, raisins, and honey. I have not yet outgrown the impulse to make a smiley face with the raisins.
TPBM doesn't like condiments.
Catsup (in all its various spellings) on hamburgers.
Mayonnaise on turkey sandwiches.
Mustard or mayo on ham sandwiches.
Never, ever mix them together.
Lettuce on the sandwiches.
Beyond that, I don't want condiments of any sort anywhere near me. The smell of pickles and/or relish makes me nauseous.
TPBM gets a sub sandwich with everything on it.
Well, hold the onions - unless they’re carmelized!
TPBM has a shovel for every task.
Yup. We have them from one teaspoon size for alpine plants in small pots to huge ones with about 6 or 7 sizes in between.
TPBM has noticed the road department in their community/state testing them for best human resting positions.
That's already been tested; they're following ergonomic standards adopted by OSHA.
TPBM is okay with the idea of reasonable bureaucracy.
Not exactly, because I don't remember most of the rules I learned in school, but I do know when something doesn't 'read' right. Recently I've had to abandon an author whose descent into atrocious writing didn't outweigh her interesting characters and complex plots.
TPBM has given up on a previously-favored author.
Perhaps none so much as Philo Kvetch!
TPBM knows of whom I
Nope, had to look it up. Soupy Sales is a bit before my time, although the bits I've seen of his are really funny.
TPBM remembers W.C. Fields.
Fields owes me money! Ack-shully, I only remember him as a dorm room poster which are what memes were before there were memes.
TPBM is owed a debt by someone really famous.
yes, George Lucas owes me for the time I spent watching The Phantom Menace. I can never get those hours back...
TPBM is fresh as a daisy.
Why yes, yes I am. I take a shower once a month whether I need it or not -- and that was just yesterday.
Actually, I shower at least every other day; just couldn't resist the gross factor.
TPBM knows a germaphobe.
Hello, we haven't met. No need to shake hands since we're such good pals already. I have bottles of hand sanitizer tucked away everywhere.
TPBM found freedom through acceptance.
Accept the dark side and free yourself.
TPBM also has a dark side.
Yes. Unless you mean in contrast to my light side.
TPBM loves Strictly Come Dancing too.
Not my scene, I’m afraid, but it keeps the Abbess amused.
TPBM shouts at Alexa.
No. No to Alexa. I'm aleady being spied on by my TV and cell phone.
TPBM doesn't worry about the new technologies gathering information about them.
Not at all. My life is so dull, they've all short-circuited out of boredom.
TPBM revels in new gadgets.
Nope. But Mr. Exiled has every kitchen gadget known by Pampered Chef. Some of them he's even used.
TPBM keeps ups with the latest social media trends.
Nope, LT is the only one. The idea of social 'influences' gives me great joy, though, because it means that no matter how badly I might screw up there is always a way to separate people from their money.
TPBM is actually an influencer.
Yes! I have used my powers of influence to achieve the impossible - I have convinced two cats to become friends with each other. They were reluctant, so it's been a battle, but in the end I have prevailed.
TPBM has the magic touch.
Maybe without knowing.
A thing i do for decades is trending at the moment:
- Creative doodling - daily, unconsciously, every moment when i have a pen in my hand and there is blank paper within foot. (no, not in books!!!).
Otherwise, all things are popular at some time and it's just time for this.
With knowing, at least a try:
Are you participating the LT Pumpkinhunt?
TPBM Doesn't mind wearing two differently colored/patterned socks at the same moment.
I know an artist in the Delaware Valley, Pennsylvania that does it on purpose.
TPBM doesn't turn on the light in the dark bedroom when picking socks.
No, they interfere with with gripping the branch when I alight.
TPBM wonders why bird's feet don't freeze solid in winter.
Fabulous shoes. I'd wager Ferragamo's, with seasonal appropriate socks.
TBMB never left private school, (Public in the olde country.)
I wish I'd never left private school because that means I would have been in it. Alas, US public school baby here.
TPBM is planning on going to their high school reunion next year.
I have an invite for November but I don’t plan to go. My contemporaries are dead, ga-ga, not interested or some combination of the three.
UK boarding schools are getting too expensive for almost anyone other than investment bankers and fund managers but are, apparently, hugely popular with rich Asians.
TPBM has read descriptions of English public schools by Frank Richards, P. G. Wodehouse and/or Thomas Hughes and wouldn’t dream of entrusting their sons and heirs to such institutions.
I don't recall, but I spent Kindergarten through 8th grade in 2 private Catholic elementary schools (family moved to a different town when I was nine).
So, it was tantamount to having been schooled in 18th-century England, I'm told.
I was actually the first in my family to attend public school. Really had to fight for it, too. After I broke that mold, all of my younger siblings went to the public high school -- and my cousins.
TPBM was on the Dean's List.
Yes! Ack-shully, I was on several lists in college, but it's a story that makes me look bad so I'm not going to go into it.
Snappy Wallowheen, everybody!
TPBM is celebrating tonight.
By reading, sure. Haven't had kids knocking at my door in over 2 decades.
It's all about location, location, location. There's a right-of-way next to my house, wider than a football field, so kids tend to not want to cross it when there's plenty of houses in other directions. Fine by me.
TPBM is experiencing very cold weather.
//Here, we've had record-breaking heat throughout the summer--some of it, every day for weeks. Last night and tonight, record-breaking cold--below freezing--in October, in central Texas. Normally, this time of year, the water in the pools have just cooled down enough where you can take a dip without scalding yourself!
I'm in SE Missouri, and it's currently 35 degrees; the sun is shining now, but earlier it was nasty, wet, and a few snow flurries. I'm glad I no longer have little ones who want to go trick or treating tonight.
TPBM still likes to dress for Halloween.
Not at all, but my workmates insist. I won the prize for originality this year.
TPBM still has a Ouija board.
>174 SomeGuyInVirginia: psst. Look in my member gallery. I’m the one with a 1 on my back. Can you guess?
>175 2wonderY: You're the one with the lamp on your head! Again!
>177 2wonderY: 'A Kind of Admirable Disregard for Personal Safety' for taking the prize away from Pennywise!
I have a Nonja
It's very stealthy but so conflicted.
TPBM has a personal motto ...
>177 2wonderY: No wait! Farenheit 451!! You're a talking book!
Trust people when they tell you they're jerks.
TPBM has another.
if it can't be done as (it) should (be done), it should be done as it can/(is possible)
TPBM has another.
When you find yourself in hell, keep walking. (Similar.)
Oh dear, both of mine are downers. I should say that Dolly Parton is one of my personal saints and she came up with the first, and someone who came through the kind of tortuous burden that would baffle me told me the second.
TPBM has another.
From Saturday Night Live when Ed Asner was the guest host:
You can't put too much water in the nuclear reactor.
TPBM has even more words of wisdom (or personal mottos.)
Hope for the best, plan for the worst. (I'm reading the newest Jack Reacher right now.)
TPBM isn't quite so cynical.
TPBM realizes that when they were their 20s nothing bothered them but now a lot seems to. It is it just me?
Well, it's either just you (and maybe several others), or I've been oversensitive my whole life. But who am I to judge?
TPBM avoids tuning into the news lately.
Not by choice...I'm something of a news junkie, but I'm living with my mother while my house is being renovated. She never watches the news. As in NEVER. We watch Nat Geo, Smithsonian Channel, HGTV, reruns of MASH and NCIS. And the Cardinals before they got taken out of the World Series.
TPBM thinks Mom has the right idea.
It's not for me to say. My mother, on the other hand, was never one to hide herself away (Not an assessment of your mother's choice). I remember, or perhaps, since I was not quite 2 years old and my younger brother was born in the midst of them, , my memories are actually those of my older brothers, my mother setting up the ironing board in the living room so she could iron shirts, handkerchiefs, and bed sheets while watching the McCarthy hearings.
I also recall her following the news (TV and paper) during the investigation of Nixon's involvement in the coverup of the Watergate break-in. I cannot begin to describe the depth of obsession she had over the subject.
Even in the six weeks between when she was diagnosed as terminal (at the age of 94) and up to maybe the day before she died, she watched the news most of the time she was awake, and didn't hesitate to give you her well-informed and well-reasoned opinion. Sharp as a tack to the very end. I'm very sure that she's putting up a nasty argument against all that harp playing going on where she is now.
TPBM thinks otherwise (about anything).
Yes! I haven't watched the news in months and I've never been happier, had more pep, been more attractive to the opposite sex, and now I can play the piano without having taken lessons! Ignorance is whatever it is that's really great!
TPBM accentuates the positive.
Hear this! In the UK we have a general election in about a month. What positives can I accentuate? We are having to listen to anger and lies for 5 weeks. My main interest is getting our new female LibDem candidate to see off the Tory Foreign Secretary. She could do it!
TPBM is an activist
I like to think so, but my activities seem to be more sedentary -- reading, editing, paper shuffling.... Le sigh.
TPBM gets a daily newspaper.
I do, three. The Wall Street Journal, the London Times, and the New York Times. I've canceled my subscription to The Washington Post so many times that they have a special proviso and their subscription offers that actually excludes me by name. But that's me, I'm a people person.
TPBM would rather sit back and watch the traffic, people, fish, birds, world go by.
I'm much better at sitting still when I'm inside, ignoring the piles and mess. Outside, my body wants to dig and pull and mow and plant, till the light fails.
**What is your problem with the Post?! The Sunday edition could see me through the entire week and provide delight in the quality of the writing; even the sports pages. I'm sure I still have a pile of Book Pages stashed in a closet from the 1980s. You are odd.**
TPBM doesn't mind random growths in the fridge.
It's not so much that I don't mind them - because I do feel guilty - as that they happen anyway. (TMI?)
TPBM is getting things done, truly. Just slowly.
Yeah, I suppose. Thursday was the anniversary of the death of MrsHouseLibrary. Friday, I finally closed the last of her accounts. I had planned on reducing the number of items in the house by 90%, getting the books down to approximately 200 currently unread books plus a select few that have personal value to me; then I was going to sell this house and buy something I could actually maintain.
Item-wise, I'm down to 70%, have gotten rid of maybe a half-dozen books, and I'm nowhere near ready to sell the house. But I work on it every stinking day.
I'm having a party Monday night. Celebrating me getting my 1,000th geocache, thus having a comma appear in my statistics. The party will be at an Open Mic Night, which I do every Monday. Consider yourself invited.
TPBM will be there.
…. in spirit only, I regret. Think about my carbon footprint! I'll raise a glass to your geocaching though, if not to your book-culling ;-)
TPBM is nearer to WHL
//>200 WholeHouseLibrary: I'm so sorry. I haven't bumped into you on LibraryThing for a while and I did not know. Please accept my condolences.//
//>200 WholeHouseLibrary: Mike, my oldest friend on LT, know my heart aches for you.
Why come you've but gotten rid of books? Sentimentality, that weird apathy that grief brings? You don't have enough hands?
Have you tried watching several episodes of Marie kondo? She is the antidote to sentimentality.
All the best, Mike //
I'm afraid that I am not. And I just bought a hugely oversized knock-off Hermes scarf on eBay for the sole reason that, 'well you don't see that everyday'. So I'm not sure that I'd be any good to him.
//>198 2wonderY: Oh sug, you have no idea how odd. And I'm genuinely curious, what was your Halloween costume? Was I right and it's your TBR pile?//
TPBM collects fabrics.
I collect everything (who said 'Hoarder'?). Fabrics are not high on my list (unless you count clothes) but I do have some.
TPBM has remembered to get a poppy.
Ahem ... how many times must I remind people that I am NOT a pet person, and absolutely will not be getting a puppy.
Oh, wait. It's spelled differently; not the same thing. Alas. My bad. The town to the north me has adopted the poppy as the "official city flower." Maybe I'll take a drive and grab one off someone's lawn.
TPBM has done long-distance bicycle touring.
//>204 SomeGuyInVirginia: Only half right. You picked me out of the line-up (the lamp shade gave it away, eh?); but are operating without enough information apparently. I went out with daughter and granddaughter, and the women got it, but the men had to have it explained.
I went over my handlebars when I was about 10 and still bear the scar - not touring, but will it do at a pinch?
TPBM bears other scars.
Have I ever mentioned my ex, ThiMs?
Sometimes the wounds that never heal are easiest to hide.
Semper Fi, John Gorka
TPBM is annoyingly good at overcoming obstacles.
I'm sorry, it's taken me this long to say 'no'.
//>207 2wonderY: it's so tawdry, you think I would have picked up on it.//
TPBM has their boots on.
Nope. Thin socks (I really need to switch to winter socks) and my LL Bean mocs.
TPBM needs a new ________.
Tee-bee! I need an 80" Sony Visio television! it's not something I want, oh no, it's something I have to have or I will lay me Doon and Dee. Black Friday better be really good to me this year.
TPBS has set their eye on another thing.
//>213 karenmarie:. It's madness, isn't it? I went 10 years without a television, and now I really want to buy the biggest damn television that they make. How much time do I spend in front of the screen? On average, per week, maybe two and a quarter hours. Or less. Sttill, if I want to binge watch season 2 of Dallas featuring Joan Collins, I want to watch it on the biggest damn screen that they make. I'm an American.
More space inside my house. Not going to happen because husband refuses to move his stuff. :0(
(ETA: I'm sure you all agree (my) books take priority.)
TPBM has recently/ will soon get a new bookcase.
My husband doesn't know it yet, but I am going to co-opt a recessed book case in his media room. He doesn't use the media room any more (bad knee AND better TV downstairs now). I've already got boxes for his stuff...
TPBM has also recently/will soon get a new bookcase.
I'm officially DOWNSIZING! Furniture acquisitions all go to the children now - and some of the discarded books. That's the official story, anyway.
TPBM will tell who their favorite book recipient is this year.
Thinking about it, I don’t give many books away. I’ve always thought that the reader is usually most contented when they choose their books themselves. I did recently pass on to my daughter Ian McEwan’s satire, The Cockroach, and Fintan O’Toole’s Heroic Failure, both about the awful, self-inflicted wound of Brexit currently afflicting the UK. She is certainly my favourite book recipient.
TPBM loves to be given books.
Absolutely! I'm always flattered that someone thinks about me and tries to choose something they think I'll like. And I also am happy giving people lists of books I want, especially for Christmas.
TPBM is a bibliomaniac and a bibliophile, and knows the difference.
Guilty, as charged.
A -phile does it for the technical aspect of a book. (Gilded edges!)
A -maniac is not bound (no pun intended) by reason/s. (OOH! Shiny!)
TPBM has taken a book apart to learn how to repair it.
//Miss me? My computer made itself unavailable for mid-November. Replaced the fan (been using an external one for the past 4 years) and the keyboard (ibid, 3 years). They're still investigating why the screen goes black (not a sleep or timeout issue, happens even while I'm actively using it, twice last week.)
Currently using the late MHL's laptop, but other than getting on to this site, it's not much good for anything. Very slow.//
//>220 WholeHouseLibrary:. Yes!//
God no I'd never cut a book up to see what makes it tick. All books are sacred texts to me, whether old Penguins or old ratty Scholastic books, and reducing one in any way is Just Not Done.
TPBM rescues books.
// >220 WholeHouseLibrary: I think I fall into 2/3 or more of -manianc and 1/3 of -phile. Where do compulsive indexers fall?!//
>222 ulmannc: On the floor, I imagine. Pretty sure gravity and physics works the same way on indexers as it does everyone else in the world. Indexing is more of a -phile trait, so maybe that 1/3 of it you estimate you have is 95% indexing and 5% is-this-genuine-Moroccan-leather?
>223 WholeHouseLibrary:. BWAHAHAHAHA! holy cow that was funny.
>221 SomeGuyInVirginia: No. I've never even thought of cutting up an old book, or restoring am old book in my collection. I feel that once one arrives at any givepn state, anything done to conserve one's looks will become the topic of conversation, rather than the purpose, and therefore useless.
>225 SomeGuyInVirginia: Ahem!
MrsHouseLibrary was BOTH a librarian and a collector. Best risk I ever took.
>226 WholeHouseLibrary: "She who must be obeyed" collects orchids and alpines. I'm the book and railroad ephemera guy. When the mailman backed the truck into the driveway, he would say it was a brick (aka book) delivery. When the mailman left the truck in the street and carried the box in with one hand, I knew it was orchids. He liked orchids strictly based on weight.
TPBM collects different things than one's spouse or friend.
Definitely, since they mostly involve reading the library books before they start to cost me.
TPBM has married someone who collects old stuff.
>226 WholeHouseLibrary: Sorry, my attempt at dry irony totally failed.
I'd call the Abbess an accumulator rather than a collector. Stuff arrives and never leaves. Simple ownership imbues all manner of things with merit and value. If I (gently!) complain I am pointed towards the books.
TPBM faces life with a spirit of compromise.
If you say so...
TPBM looks at a turkey carcass and sees it half eaten.
I do, but in a positive way! It means that our family was together and much feasting had.
TPBM is shy at family gatherings.
I am, you wouldn't think it but I am.
TPBM is a Force to be Reckoned With.
In my world, forces are often consigned to vacuums. So no. But every time one rumbles forth I almost always wish, "You. Take flight." I'm waiting for the return of Super Underdog.
TPBM will tell us the Perfect Jukebox Band. (My vote goes to The Mavericks.)
I can remember The Crystals singing Da-Doo-Ron-Ron on a 78 rpm shellac record in a juke box long, long ago. That will do for me.
TPBM has other ideas.
Yeah, I've got nothing.
//After a few weeks of rare moments on a reliably working computer, I've now repurposed the late MrsHouseLibrary's laptop. More to the truth, I paid a guy to do it for me. Should have done it myself. He installed down-versioned (by at least 2 releases) of MS Office and didn't copy the data files for Outlook. So, yesterday, I bought the most current version. Spent 7 hours on the phone trying to get the email working. Unfortunately, the last backup of my hard drive was over 4 years ago, 2 months prior to MHL's diagnosis of cancer. The import/conversion of that data file was only 10% successful. Plus, he didn't copy over the files for installing tons of other tools I use (like Scriviner). And, I have to find an alternative to Access, which I've been using for years. Hope your lifetime is going better.//
TPBM is avoiding stores primarily to keep from going brain-dead from all the holiday music.
I like the music. It's the people I can't deal with. I'm almost an exclusive online shopper. I hate lines, going store to store, crowds, smells, finding parking, rude people, driving around in the snow, etc. I just have everyone send me links with ideas. It's great.
TPBM loves to shop.
Depends...antiques, junk shops, books, yes. Anything else, not so much. Mr. Exiled does the grocery shopping.
TPBM has completed their holiday shopping.
With the exception of 2012, and MHL's granddaughters, I haven't done a gift exchange in a very long time. Karrell wasn't too keen on it, and just stopped. My own boys were even less interested.
But 2012 -- that's when Brothers by George Howe Colt was published. He and his wife Anne Fadiman and I have been non-intrusively corresponding with each other for a number of years now, and when his book was published, I bought 8 copies from him, each with a different inscription to each of my 4 brothers, my 3 sons, and me. He then shipped them to me, where I added Mylar dust jacket protectors and then mailed them out to the male siblings. My sons got theirs when the came over on Festivus Day, along with the traditional Feats of Strength, Making of Beer, and (my favorite) Airing of Grievances. Plus my own tradition of making Taylor Ham sandwiches. My two surviving sisters (the 3rd died in 2010) didn't feel left out. They're not into the gift exchange thing either.
TPBM doesn't care about how much extra fossil fuel s/he consumes to win the neighborhood Plastic Ho-Ho Award.
The people who live on 38th Street east of Guadalupe Street in Austin have had a major competition going since before I moved here 30 years ago.
One of them just staples the hundreds of boxes of lights to the siding on their house. Another has a display of a volcano spewing from the chimney and flowing down the house and across the yard. Every light is synchronized.
We just switched our porch lights and spotlights to LED and are saving 1.355 kilowatts per hour burn time, so I won't feel bad with our one Christmas tree's lights and one lighted outdoor wreath.
TPBM puts up lots of Christmas decorations in every room of the house.
Dear gods and goddesses, no; it takes forever to pack them up again.
We do put up a tree and decorate the living room (only ceded by the husband since the kids came along). The outside lights (acquired last year) are permanently up but only intended to be switched on as the season demands. And yet I think we would win, in our neighbourhood.
TPBM (unusually) won't be putting up decorations this year.
It will be VERY minimal...we are renovating a 115+year old house, and are currently 6 weeks behind schedule. Even now, the tiler is doing the kitchen backsplash (he ran out of supplies last night; he does this as side work); the floor guy can't buff the newly stained floors until the tile guy is done; none of the living room or dining room furniture can be moved in until that's done; various small jobs are still to be done, and none of the outdoor projects will be done until spring. Sooooo....hopefully maybe by the first of next week??? and then perhaps I'll get a tree up.
TPBM has lived through a worse renovation and would like to share.
It started out as: "Gee, the living room is dark; it'd be nice if we could put a window in the middle of that wall." The house was ancient--plaster-and-lath walls, no insulation, pipes in the wall for supplying gas to the lights, clear evidence of serial wiring and a room in the basement where the coal was dumped for the original furnace. There were already 2 windows on the east-facing wall in the living room. Beyond them was a sliding-window-enclosed porch that ran the width of the house, and extended another 8 feet out. Across the street , and beginning a good six feet higher in elevation were even larger houses, so the amount of sunlight that came into the living room was negligible. Dare I say it? I often considering developing film in the living room.
But the completely solid wall faces south, and our view would be the siding of our neighbor's house, not quite 15 feet from us. So, I said to my then-wife ThiMs, "If we put in one window, we're going to have problems working out how arrange the furniture around it, so I think we'd be smarter to put in two windows. And ... it'll let in twice as much light." And she agreed. We were at a point where she opted for monogamy, and there were 2 children in the house. What also factored into this was our 5-year balloon mortgage was coming up in its due date, property values were rising faster than a Saturn rocket (which, coincidentally, her father was one of the head welding engineers for), and I was making decent money. So, the two windows quickly expanded to removing all the plaster and lath from the walls in the floor and ceiling of the living room and hallway (done by me), tearing off the front porch, its roof, and the piers that it rested on (also me), and hiring a contractor to help with the rest of it.
Said rest included: pouring a foundation pad where the porch used to be; tearing off the front wall of the house (first floor only) and the wall that made the "hallway"; extending the living room in both those directions; adding 4 casement windows (3 on the south wall, 1 on the north, and a large bay window on the east wall. Additionally, we made the original front door into a closet, added a foyer, another radiator, electrical work and an actual front porch stoop. And we added in a new roof and vinyl siding all around just because.
After that, we had to add the insulation in the walls, put up the sheetrock, tape, float, and paint. (12-foot ceilings.) So, I had a hand in all of that. ThiMs had the carpeting installed before I could get the moulding cut, stained, and tacked into place. So, I never quite got around to it. Perhaps a year went by... I got complacent. Then, with our 3rd son due in mid-April, I got a call on Valentines Day saying I was accepted for a job I had interviewed for a month earlier. We were living in northern New Jersey, and the job was in Austin, Texas. If I accepted, I would have to be there in 2 weeks. ThiMs said: Let's go.
Most fortunately, my nextdoor neighbor was a fireman, which means he worked 3 days straight and had the rest of the week to work elsewhere, which he did by doing small renovations and such. So, I hired him, and in 3 days, he had finished the job. Lucky me. We put the house on the market, priced it slightly below the market value, and we had a contract in 4 days. Son #3 was born right on schedule.
TPBM has also survived a home renovation and will tell us about it.
laws, no, I value my marriage too much to put it through that. The occasional furniture purchase and paint job will have to do.
TPBM loves to renovate.
I like to move furniture around and paint murals on my kids’ bedroom walls but I’m a bit scared of renovating. However, having decided that when we bought and renovated our house (about 12 years ago) that we had to have at least one bath tub because when he renovated his apartment he regretted losing the bath tub, husband has decided to rip out said bathtubs and half renovate two bathrooms. Plus knock out some walls for larger windows in a couple of other rooms and some other minor bits and pieces. Oh well; at least I get more bookshelves out of it.
TPBM is looking forward to the holidays.
We have got a General Election to get through first, more’s the pity. The UK is heading for bad times unless something unlikely happens to change direction.
TPBM never misses a chance to vote.
Never, ever, ever. For as long as we were married, MrsHouseLibrary and I made casting our ballots on the first day of early voting a priority, just because, who knows what may happen to either of us on election day? Election day last year, she ended up in ICU, and part of our last conversation included how glad she to have voted while she could.
TPBM votes for the candidate, not the party.
I believe in voting so your voice is heard. However, since moving to Singapore, I don't have a vote in my country of citizenship (the UK) as I'm not currently resident there and I don't have a vote in my country of residence as I'm not a citizen.
I vote for the party not the candidate because I've never worked out how you really know what your local candidate stands for even if you are lucky(?) enough to catch one campaign speech.
TPBM will be voting soon.
Tomorrow. Not expecting anything better than a hung parliament which will be bad but not as bad as the alternative. This article - https://www.irishtimes.com/opinion/kathy-sheridan-truth-has-been-the-first-casua... - says it better than I can.
Sorry, this post should be somewhere like 'Pro and Con' but I need to share my gloom.
TPBM knows what 'sunny up-lands' look like.
Are you kidding? It may look that way because something large and round and orange is glowing in the White House, but it ain't sunny up-lands!
//>250 abbottthomas: We feel for you, but as you know we have our own problems.//
TPBM has a favorite Christmas cookie.
A what? Is this something like a State flower or a State microbe?
TPBM knows of what morningwalker
Pecan Puffs, Joy of Cooking. I double and triple the recipe and give them away for the holidays.
TPBM also has a favorite Christmas cookie.
A German Christmas cookie. In different tastes, with ingredients as: almonds, cinnamon, ginger, allspice, cocoa, jam and orange. It's a variety of Gingerbread, a bit more puffy/airy(than these ones) with often a glazing. One can hang them in the Christmas tree.
I buy them in deli's, only available in November and December.
TPBM has another
Do mince pies (fruit) count?
TPBM has a favourite Christmas/ Yuletide (or whatever you call the season at this time of year) food.
DARK chocolate covered cherries. And all I've seen this season is milk chocolate - bleh!
TPBM will send me what I crave.
>255 humouress: One must be careful in Lancaster County and Western Chester County PA as a lot of Amish and Mennonites as well as locals make it with meat - not my cup of tea(?) - well you know what I mean. The one place that seems to always have the fruit mince pies is the Acme or as many locals call it "Ac a me"!
Dark chocolate it is!
For me, it's not real Christmas without a tree, lights outside, and enough presents that visitors are uncomfortable. Gifts totalling more than $1,000,000 win regardless of benefactor.
TPBM loves the gloriouse simplicity and the unvarnished love of their real family. Like a bunch of saps.
In small doses, sure. I was one of ten, eight of whom survived infancy, and another who died nine years ago. Each of us live in different states now, so we don't see each other all that often. Or for that matter, keep in contact on a regular basis (at least, that I'm aware of). My younger brother and the three (now two) sisters used to have a group text-fest almost every day, and when the one sister died, her daughter took the mother's place. They'd all get together for Thanksgiving, and include the older brother who lives in Maine. That brother would fly to Florida every January/February to visit our mother and the eldest brother, mainly to thaw out, but those two brothers had always been close growing up, so that doesn't at all surprise me. My next-older brother in California and I are the two recluses, I suppose. But, when Karrell died, they were all here for me, except for the younger brother in NYC who couldn't travel for serious, but temporary medical reasons. He happens to be the one who I have the most trouble with now. As kids, it was my next-older brother that has a serious issue of sibling rivalry with me. (It was mono-directional; I just wanted him to leave me alone.) But it's the younger brother who will annoy every one of us in less than five minutes, guaranteed. As we put it, he argues like a Jesuit. If he were to ask how you're doing, and you reply "fine," he'll take the position that you aren't, enumerate reasons why, and call you a coward for walking away from him. I suspect his friends are really deaf acquaintances.
TPBM evaded sibling rivalries by being an only child.
Effectively, yes. I do, however, have five half-sisters and a deceased half-brother who I did not know about until my early twenties and did not meet until my father died.
TPBM has some skeletons in the closet.
In a manner of speaking, yes I do, and very recently, too. MrsHouseLibrary's ashes are in an urn that I have moved from the buffet to the hallway closet. It was collecting dust, and every time I dusted it, I added smudges to it. The cremation process leaves pulverized skeletal remains, so in effect, I've got her skeleton in my closet. She's waiting for me to join her in there, and we'll be buried together. A lot of days are still pretty rough, but I'm still pushing through it.
TPBM throws a bone or two in the broth when making soup from scratch.
// >261 WholeHouseLibrary: So there'll be two skeletons in your closet? ;0) //
Chicken or turkey soup, definitely.
TPBM has been baking for the holidays.
Nope; while we are living in the house, the reno is still incomplete, and the cookbooks are still in a box somewhere. Husband is diabetic and I don't need the calories, and my grandchildren live in another state. So no baking this year.
TPBM has travel plans soon and will tell us about them.
I need to get to the grocery store.
Yeah, that's all the plans I've got through the end of next year, even.
TPBM, on the other hand, is a world traveler.
Well, in about 24 hours we'll be taking off from the tropics and heading to Seattle (meet-up on Friday anyone?), which will be the first time for the kids and me and then we'll take them to Hawai'i for Christmas and New Year, which will be the first time for them. And eventually head back to Singapore. World travel enough for you? ;0)
Actually, this will be the first time in a while that the family has travelled so far (husband travels often on work) but our extended family is scattered around the globe so there's plenty of opportunity to travel. Of course, there's a small matter of finances ...
TPBM will be home for Christmas.
My daughter is home - the semester ended for her on the 12th. New semester starts January 9th, so we'll have a nice long visit.
TPBM loves listening to BBC World News.
I wouldn't use the word love to describe it, but it's refreshing to hear about American politics without the partisan overtones that come from being directly affected by them.
I have an acquaintance who will only get his news from BBC, claiming that all American news reporters are biased and cannot be trusted. It's one of the many reasons he's an acquaintance, and not someone I'd call on to help me bury a body.
TPBM has a friend like that.
No, none of my friends pay any attention to the news whatsoever. They find it helps to keep them happy. That being said, my BBC app is my favorite of all. I use it only slightly less than my Alexa app. And I find it to be infinitely more entertaining than my Alexa app, plus it spies on me just a little less.
TPBM knows why cats are so jumpy.
I think, in Donald Rumsfeld terms, this is an unknown known for me.
TPBM can remember all Clement Clarke Moore’s reindeer names, and in the right order.
Of course! Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen, and as you may recall, the most famous reindeer of all.... Rudolph.
TPBM knows that because male reindeer shed their antlers after the rut in the fall, that ALL Santa's reindeer must be female.
>272 karenmarie: That was an unknown unknown.
Happy Christmas to all those above and below me.
TPBM has hung up a stocking.
//Merry Christmas, everybody! And I hope everyone is happy and heathy in 2020!//
Not this year, but I am hung up on stockings. Everything dispersed when we emptied out my parent's apartment. I asked my brother to keep the Core Christmas Stuff. Which is silly because he lives alone in his house with a housekeeper who strikes me as entirely too happy to throw things out. Drives me up the wall and I don't say anything so that she doesn't feel that she has to strike me at all. Plus, I'd really like for her to come and work for me, and I want to know what the h*** she did with my grandparent's walnut coffee table. But I digress. Bro swears the that he has the family's Christmas stockings, so I know that he does. For now.
Anywho, TPBM will tell us an interesting encounter with a near stranger.
>273 2wonderY: //Ruth, I am so glad that you like those chocolate covered cherries. I spent a shocking amount of time trying to pick out something that would get to you, be fresh, and be tasty. It's not as easy as I thought when I started. You're one of my favorite people online, I just wanted you to know that. Merry Christmas Ruth. And every happiness to you and yours in 2020.//
It began innocently enough on a Tuesday. I was listening to the staccato of rain on my desktop when I heard a knock on the door ...
//Truth be told, I stole that material. And I feel no shame because I'm admitting it up front. I figure of the president can break laws and rules, and admit it, with no impunity, so can I.//
TPBM knows where I "borrowed" that opening line from.
If you’d offered “It was a dark and stormy night......” I could have helped but as it is, not a clue.
TPBM will bring light into the darkness.
Only as much as necessary. I don't believe in having lights on just for the sake of having them on. (And doing so keeps my electric bill very low!)
TPBM wishes they lived in a star viewing "friendly" area.
It was unbelievable amazing to see the night sky above our tent in Montana.
I couldn't recognize the most well known Zodiac signs because of the enormous amount of stars
TPBM knows what 'killed the radio star'
Video, if I recall correctly.
TPBM knows which day the music died on.
This one's easier - Feb 3rd 1959. Just think had he been spared Buddy Holly would be around 83, and, given what the old rockers are doing now, he would probably be still doing his 'final' tour.
TPBM is keepin' on rockin'.
... in the free world. (Neil Young)
... me, Baby. (Steve Miller)
I happen to cover at least two of their songs (acoustically) at Open Mic Night.
Oops! I responded to #282. My bad.
> 283 Probably not. I was only 6 at the time, and madly in love with this cute redheaded girl. And, I don't mean to brag, but the feeling was mutual. We didn't listen to the radio at all.
TPBM was born to be wild.
That was never my scene ...
And I don't like Star Wars
TPBM is not the one we're looking for ...
//>279 rastaphrog: We’re holidaying in the Hawai’ian islands because I wanted to bring the kids over to see a) flowing lava (no luck) and b) stars from Mauna Kea summit but the access road was closed since June due to Hawai’ians protesting the building of a new, large telescope on sacred ground. Fortunately, the road opened on 28th December and though initially it looked like all the tours were booked out, we managed to get one on the only day we could make it. I’m so grateful we could go. We saw gazillions of stars - trillions in The Andromeda galaxy alone (not individually, of course) which is the only one that can be seen with the naked eye and I can now recognise Orion with his bloody shoulder wound (the supernova Betelgeuse) and the Pleiades.
We live in Singapore where the light pollution is so bad that on a cloudless night you can see, if you’re lucky, about 11 stars. //
>285 Brazen: No, I'm not. Definitely. But, you should look near the Baobab tree.
>286 humouress: Ummm, where did you get all that misinformation about Betelgeuse? There's nothing in the myths of Orion that ever suggest he was wounded in the shoulder.
I'd cite sources, but, I gave away my C-8 and hundreds of dollars worth of astronomy-related books and charts back in 2010, when my doctor told me to get my affairs in order--quickly, as two months was an optimistic estimate. I don't miss having to lug that heavy telescope around, but I sure do miss those books! Sadly, all of it was lost in just a year and a half later in a fire that destroyed most of the town the recipient lived in.
Occasionally, I get an itch to look deep into the sky, but I have a 70x binocular to do that with.
TPBM can explain why we say "a pair of pants" and "a pair of binoculars" when clearly each is a single item. Half a binocular is called a monocular, but we don't call an attached set of them "a pair of monoculars." These are the things that cause me to lose sleep at night. Please help.
Edited to strike a gross memory flaw. And apologies to humouress.
How about this? Each leg is clothed in a loose cylindrical garment - a trouser. Two legs, ergo two such garments are stitched together to give a pair of trousers.
Each half of a pair of binoculars is not a monocular but half of a pair of binoculars, so together they are a pair of (i.e. two halves of a pair of) binculars.
But why a pair of kippers?
Sleep easy, WHL.
TPBM has heard that Betelgeuse has been fading for some months so maybe, just maybe, may be about to go BANG!! - at least within the next 100,000 years or so.
I’m 25% done with the main January work project. Spent half the day contorting to patting myself on the back.
TPBM still feels holiday bloated. (Me too)
Yes, sadly. And rather than NOT eat candy today, I broke down. But tomorrow morning whatever's left gets thrown away (except for the See's in the freezer) and it's No Candy 'til Valentine's Day.
TPBM thinks See's Candy is the best chocolate in the world.
I have no opinion about something only been told about. Seriously, never heard of it. But, I'll be more than happy to render an assessment after trying a sample.
TPBM can tell me where said confectionery can be obtained in central Texas.
I looked up the See's website on-line and found that, because of the European GDPR, I was not allowed to view the site from a country in the European Union. Our Prime Minister has promised (a pox on him) that the UK will leave the EU in a little over 3 weeks: maybe I'll try again then. OTOH, having looked at See's Candy on Amazon, I see that a 1lb. box of toffees and chews would cost £69 - too rich for me! Must be good, though. Sorry not to help - can Wells Fargo assist?
TPBM has ridden a stage coach
I think I have been in a stage coach when I was just a young kid. Some western reenactment park. Very bouncy.
TPBM has been on a private jet ( me, never).
yes, I was hanging out with Wonder Woman. I'd show it to you but it's invisible.
TPBM loves to fly.
HA! I do, it's like magic. I feel the same way about snow- magic.
TPBM would like to visit outer space.
You know, if they ever offer a one-way trip to Mars to help in building some infrastructure and a bit of terraforming, I want to be at the top of that list. My kids can deal with my estate. My only stipulation would be that I could bring MrsHouseLibrary's ashes with me. It's a deal breaker.
TPBM, although nostalgic for the "good old days," concedes that there are still good new days ahead.
Absolutely. And nostalgia is emotional heroin; you can get addicted to it pretty quickly.
TPBM walks on the wild side.
We're librarians. The dark respects us.
TPBM Has a superhero origin story.
Not personally, sad to say.
>299 SomeGuyInVirginia: made me think of overcranking.
TPBM can see why
I have an official list!
TPBM knows where my camera recharger is.
No, that's not fair... TPBM can make the sun shine.
I guarantee that the sun will rise tomorrow - you may have to get above the clouds to see it but it WILL be there.
Have you looked in the fridge for your charger? Always worth a glance, I have found.
TPBM has other fall-back hidey-holes.
//>301 abbottthomas: I was thinking of Saul Bass's splendid title sequence for Walk on the Wild Side: overcranked to make the alley cat look more leopard-like.//
Everything has its place and eventually makes its way there, if the other members of my household don’t have anything to do with it. It’s usually around there somewhere, even if it’s not immediately apparent.
There was the year I got married and couldn’t find my passport even though I was sure it was on the bookshelf. And that’s where my mum eventually found it, after we had turned the house upside down, looking for it. It had slipped into the gap between the shelf and the back.
Then there are the times I decide there’s a more logical place to keep some things but then when I need them I go looking in the old place and cannot, for the life of me, remember where the logical place must be.
Chargers - have you tried looking in your (or even my) kids’ rooms? I usually find the kids have taken my missing chargers which otherwise never move from where they’re plugged in.
TPBM has wonderful children too.
No kids, but I'm starting to think that I would have liked to have had a couple.
TPBM shuffled off to Buffalo.
Been there; seen it from both sides. We have plumbers here in Texas that can fix that leak.
TPBM doesn't need to call a handy
OK with bulbs and washers. My only nuclear waste has been some Americium-141 which I confess went to landfill. I have removed sheets of asbestos cement from my garage and am not dead (yet!)
I'll share with you all a message from Hilaire Belloc on the handyperson matter:
Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light
Himself. It struck him dead: And serve him right!
It is the business of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan.
TPBM can lay their hands on a spokeshave
Amazon, with 'free' Prime delivery on Monday.
TPBM has an unusual metal or woodworking tool actually in their house or garage or shed.
Nope but I do have a fertilizer injector system for my wife's orchid collection. There are over 1000 of those silly things. But then, according to her, I have way more silly books than I need. . .always room for one more orchid or one more book!!
I'm replacing the generator in a week or so and praying there is no power failure - old generator failed - too old and no parts but it ran like a champ. Only used it once in 15 years but I was religious about making sure it did work. Failed on a test. Note it only takes care of the orchids and nothing else. We just pile on the blankets!
TPBM keeps something else that is interesting that needs electricity even when the power is out. Not people, put pets count!!
//>310 ulmannc: Ulmannc, I highly recommend replacing your old generator with the Three Mile Island Camp Generator. Really, it could power a small city for decades on a single charge, and has a half-life of a gazillion years. When depleted, I put it in a paper sack, fold the edges over, staple it three times, then cover the staples with Scotch tape so no one accidentally gets cut, and I place it in the woods. Then I call the Department of Energy anonymous tip line, tell them where they can find it, and they come out right away and haul it off for free.//
My car. And that reminds me that I have to buy a portable battery charger.
TPBM has an emergency plan.
Duck and cover? But I've just recharged all four powerbanks, so I can keep some things going for a while.
TBPM has a better plan (and no canal).
Yes- prop feet up, read cheesy mysteries, wonder what the cat would look like if he were human. Or 'Tuesdays' as I like to call it.
TPBM is consistently reliable.
I hope so. Otherwise, I'd be oxymoronic about it.
TPBM thinks Lombardi Time is for cowards.
You can force cowards to do anything, so sure it's for cowards.
TPBM prefers Suntory Time.
Is that something like ‘gin o’clock’? I’d drink to that.
TPBM is having a dry, or maybe vegan, January
No, it's been mostly foggy, overnight and into the late morning, here in central Texas for the past couple of weeks. It's currently raining, and that'll continue all day. Then we'll have a couple of days to let it soak in before it starts all over again for another week.
TPBM gets a decent amount of sleep every night. (Me, I've been up since 8 yesterday morning, and I don't feel the least bit tired. Hate it.)
I usually average 7 hours. I get up at 5:00, read the paper (I still use the paper version delivered by a paper person every morning), walk the dog, read for 1/2 hour and then get ready for work.
TPBM has a more interesting routine.
Nope. I usually wake up at 5:00 a.m., then lay there for an hour pretending that I'm still asleep. At 6:00 a.m. in the dark I obsessive check my email for 30 minutes exactly to plan my day. Then I lay there for 30 minutes exactly until the bedroom lights automatically come on at 7:00 a.m. blowing everything to hell.
TPBM rises with a song on their lips.
Back on my feet again (as sung by the Foundations).
TPBM carols the dawn differently.
If snoring is music, then sure, I'm operatic. I liken this to declaring cow dung to be art.
TPBM knows art when s/he sees it.
I do. But a lot of curators in them art museum thingies don’t seem to.
TPBM is celebrating CNY this week.
The Chinese Yuan Renminbi? Not sure I grok the hubbub about foreign currency.
TPBM can explain this mystery.
Yes, you're playing dumb to keep the ball rolling. Obviously, she means Chinese New Year, which are the tourni heats for the real drinking we'll do on St. Patrick's Day, even we go pro.
TPBM drinks for the national team.
I don't imbibe (so, no) and I wasn't playing dumb -- CNY is the code for the Chinese Yuan Renminbi in the stock exchanges. You didn't know that?!?!?!
TPBM is ready for a change.
Yes. I want it to stop wimping out with rain and deliver a nice 4-10" snow before I blink and winter's gone.
TPBM wants a good snowstorm too.
Sure, why not. I got that dang tire off and replaced in the rain yesterday; so I plan to stay inside in the dry and warm today.
TPBM has to work outdoors today.
Maybe. I mowed the thick, weedy parts of the lawn yesterday. The rain and generally late-spring-like temperatures have started even the bluebonnets into an early start. No flowers yet, but, any day now, I suspect. The problem is, there will be at least one more freeze before the end of February -- none in the forecast, but I've been here 30 years, and it hasn't missed yet -- and that's not good for plants that have already dumped their antifreeze.
I've got guests coming over (any time now), and depending on when the hootenanny is over, we'll see about how much outdoor work I'll get to.
TPBM is already elbow-deep in outdoor work.
Not in this neck of the woods. January and February are the months I stock up on books to read and knitting projects.
TPBM is working on a project.
>330 morningwalker: Always. They just never get finished *sigh*
TPBM likes making mosaics.
Not sure I’d know how to start but there is an image of a Romano-British mosaic and a bee in my profile gallery.
TPBM keeps bees,
No, but my brother did. He said robber bees stole his hives though.
TPBM has sent an email to someone by mistake.
Oh my yes. At work we had the option of recalling it, which worked sometimes, but here at home once it goes it's gone.
TPBM is reading one of the books they got as a holiday gift.
Kinda sorta. I'm wrapping up The Rules of Civility this weekend and I did get it around Christmas but I bought it for myself.
TPBM doesn't keep books they've read.
I keep some that are classics, some that are by certain authors, and some that were just so damn good I want the person who inherits my stuff in the future to read them.
TPBM is aging gracefully.
Not at all. I've got an extra 40 lbs, an odd gait because I have to think myself through moving my right leg, a Joizee attitude, and I talk too much. I'll do pretty much anything you ask or need as long as you don't tell me I have to do it. Grace is not my style, and less so the older I get.
TPBM knows how to kick back and enjoy life.
Sometimes; but usually only after long and tedious dithering.
TPBM will not a ditherer be.
I find as I get older I'm more of a ditherer than I used to be. In fact I never used to dither, I got stuff done yesterday! The times they are a changing.
TPBM has a favorite Dylan song.
yes, but like many Dylan songs it is better when anyone but him sings it.
TPBM prefers Leonard Cohen.
Sometimes, yeah, in small doses.
I've got somewhere in the vicinity of 250 songs I can cover at Open Mic Night. I butcher 3 by Cohen, and almost 20 of Dylan's. But I've got more songs by at least 3 other artists, each. Dylan is very often indecipherable; Cohen drones in monotone. Can't decide which is worse. But, I've got a recording of k. d. lang covering "Hallelujah" that brings me to tears. Makes it all worthwhile.
TPBM sings in the shower.
I do, all the time. Fake voice, choral voice, trying to work my way through something new or mimic Billie Holiday. Well, I enjoy it but I don't know about anyone else.
TPBM is thinking of our abbottthomas tonight.
//>342 WholeHouseLibrary: Every time I listen to Alison Krauss singing Scarlet Tide, it brings me to tears. Every time. I had to pull off the road once.//
I am now, but only because you mentioned him. Is there something I should be aware of.
Please, PBM, enlighten me.
Other than possibly something Brexit related because he's in the UK, no clue.
TPBM is ready to cheer on their team in the Super Bowl.
My poor Panthers didn't even make it into the playoffs, so I started cheering for the Chiefs and Mahomes. Unfortunately, I have a higher priority tomorrow night - selecting the next 12 months of books for my RL book club. I'll be cheering them on in spirit and might make it home before the end of the game and be able to watch some.
TPBM will be cheering on their team while actually watching the Super Bowl.
I'll be cheering for the Chiefs in spirit, too. Tomorrow is early Spring Cleaning day, Followed by wrapping up a book day.
//Brexit, yes. One of the most momentous decisions I'll see in my lifetime.//
TPBM cooks a mean chicken.
I don’t know; we get them from the supermarket so I couldn’t speak as to their personalities. :0)
The neighbours’ egg-layers, however, sound the alarm at 4 in the a.m.
TPBM is stocking up in the anticipation of being housebound for the next few months.
Well, I don't anticipate being housebound, so no. Of course, that depends on your parameters for what constitutes housebound-ism. I tend to prefer to be at home (by a large degree), and I've been developing a loathing for large crowds. Small crowds I'm quite fine with, but if Woodstock were to happen today, I sure as heck wouldn't go. I understand there's a large televised sports event some time this weekend. I'm not going to even have the TV on. But, I'm glad I've already got my grocery shopping done.
TPBM understands the concepts of queuing theory.
I understand that a queue is a synonym for line, and we wait our turn when we're in line. It's a skill we educators spend an inordinate amount of time teaching our children. But your statement sounds science-y and I've no real clue
TPBM has called someone out for cutting in line.
Several time. And I've also allowed even more to go ahead of me in self-checkout lanes.
Several months ago, I got rid of over two dozen coffee mugs/cups. I kept six, reasoning that I'll never have more than five guests in my house. (So far, the most I've had is three, and one wasn't a coffee drinker.
While rinsing out the parts of my coffeemaker earlier today (it's one that actually grinds up the coffee beans) and the pot and ceramic mug. The mug slipped from my hand and broke when it hit the sink. It was the mug that MrsHouseLibrary bought for herself when we were in Ireland back in 2014. I'm devastated. I truly am. It was the one reminder of her that I put my lips to every day.
It broke very neatly into three pieces -- two large ones and a teeny tiny tiny teeny teeny tiny piece (smaller than the head of a pin) that would fit in the part of the crack on the exterior side that faces me. And, it's gone, probably down the drain. So, the two large pieces fit together very nicely. And they're dry now. But now I need to glue it back together. I've got this stuff called Gorilla Glue, but specifically states that it is not to be used on anything that would get heated.
TPBM knows of a glue-like substance that can be used successfully to join ceramics that will later go through cycles of heating and cooling.
Not that would hold up or not be toxic. Do you know any potters? Antique restorers can fix ceramics and they can tell you about it. Or maybe, make something else with the pieces? Make a mosaic coaster that can take the heat?
TPBM has been in a museum and touched something that they were absolutely forbidden to touch. (Me, a statue of Ramses II.)
I've been to museums and been tempted to touch something (I think mostly because I'm not allowed to) but I have overcome the temptation, so far.
TPBM is encouraged by >353 SomeGuyInVirginia: boldness and now wants to go somewhere and touch something they aren't allowed to touch.
Not because of SGiV, but I was raised in a strict Irish Catholic family, so it's something that ingrained in me, including the mandatory association with a profound sense of guilt. Just another reason I'm an atheist now.
When I was a proverbial knee-high (middle of the 20th centuruy), there was an item called a fezo. (Not that eastern Mediterranean head wear with the tassel on it -- that's a fez.) It seems to have dropped out of dictionaries, and I can't find any reference to this item in the internet machine (with all its tubes), although the name has been repurposed for various commercial enterprises.
TPBM knows what fezo originally referred to.
Sorry. No idea. I grew up in the protestant lunatic fringe. To me, a faze is a Shriner's hat. BTW, For Christmas I gave my brother a fez from the website Fez-o-Rama. Worth checking out.
TPBM Will tell us of another cool and relatively unknown website.
Well, not unknown, and probably not cool to everyone but I love this one https://www.ravelry.com/.
TPBM eschews Valentine's Day.
Never been part of my routine. Over-commercialised excuse for overcharging in restaurants, selling red roses with enormous carbon footprints, and stuffing over-wrapped chocolates. Bah! Humbug!
As well as lovers, TPBM knows who else St. V. looks after.
//>343 SomeGuyInVirginia: Sorry Larry, never thanked you for your kind thought on Jan 31st. I'm still bemused by the appalling act of national self-harm...…..//
//>352 WholeHouseLibrary: The dog knocked over a pot that I paid a bit more for than I wanted to and it’s part of a set of three so - despite my husband’s exhortations to throw the pieces away - I searched the internet for the best way to fix it and came up with epoxy glue, which is the kind that comes in two separate tubes which you then have to combine to form the glue.
I couldn’t tell you about it’s toxicity or ability to be heated and cooled, however. If you don’t find any suitable method, could you mend the mug and keep it to look at? There was an interesting craft-type method, inspired by the Japanese art of mending pottery with molten gold which highlights the break instead of hiding it. They mixed mica powder in with the epoxy resin before using it, which gave it a gold colour. I’m sorry about your mug getting broken. //
// 360 SGiv, Huh? I'm fine.
BTW, a fezo is/was a red, camel-shaped lollipop. It had a paper stick handle that looped, with both ends inserted into the belly of the beast for stability. They don't make 'em like that anymore! //
>357 morningwalker: Beekeepers and epileptics, mainly. And the doctor was not all that big on the love thing, if truth be told.
TPBM is renowned for her/his organizational skills.
Hah! (That would be a ‘no’).
Actually I do have lots of wonderful systems of organisation in place all ready to go; I just haven’t got around to implementing them all yet. And when I do, no-one else ever follows them so I’ve got to constantly re-organise them.
TPBM feels similarly under appreciated (don’t all rush at once now).
yep, I have a severe case of Little Red Hen Complex. It often leads to the Posting of Notes in various places at work and home.
TPBM is a procrastinator.
Some years ago ... the Kiln was hot and the Wheel was smooth.
TPBM chooses mumbling over bumbling.
I can bumble with the best of them but a pocket full of mumbles lets me duck out of responsibility. All lies in jest.
TPBM hears what s/he wants to hear and disregards the rest
Ooo la la la la la la.
Sadly, no. I take everything to heart.
TPBM can carry a tune.
In the shower I sound Great! Outside the shower, not so good.
TPBM has been to Mardi Gras.
It’s not really a British thing, sad to say. in the dear dead days beyond recall you could find pancake races in some small rural communities on Shrove Tuesday but I’ve not heard of them recently.
TPBM will confidently toss a pancake.
Absolutely. Just gotta let the edges get a bit dry and see all the tiny little bubbles.
TPBM picked up a book from the library recently.
If you count e-books on Overdrive/ Libby.
TPBM will debate starting a new thread.
Okay. Traditionally, we put 400 messages in a thread before we create a new one.
Why (you may ask...) Because there was a time when one of us (who shall remain nameless) was/is CDO enough that s/he would track the numbers -- total TPBM challenges (excluding comments and chit-chat) and the rate at which each thread reached its target 400 messages, and then report these statistics.
For various reasons, all that stopped after reaching the 10,000th challenge.
We've just been doing to 400/thread since.
And I've got something ready for #107, but I'm patient.
TPBM can either counter or concur, depending on how s/he feels.
I'm glad you've got something for #107, I had given up.
And, sure, I go along with patience. Shouting something out before we reach the magic 400 might be termed premature ejaculation.
TPBM takes their time.
Well, sure. Age has a way of encouraging that, you know.
(And by "encourage," I mean "give you no choice.)
TPBM doesn't let little things like (ageing) that stop them.
I still do so many things like:
Eating chocolate sprinkles, walking curbs and other edges, huppelen (hopping) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0Tl5sfUysA, playing with toddlers, sit on the floor, wearing lively colors, reading comics and children books, jumping on a bed, swing at a playground, .., ..
TPBM still goes to funfairs (or used to like them)
No i don't like funfairs in general
TPBM Tells what his or hers favorite game was when he or she was a child
Survival. Or maybe Hide and Seek. The names were interchangeable.
I had a vindictive next-older brother, and less he knew of my whereabouts, the safer I felt. It was a sibling rivalry thing; he's a mere 15 months older than I. Seems I robbed him of his infancy.
TPBM is doing just fine.
Yep, doing okay.
Covid19 is stalking the streets but we’re hunkered down. (Well, no, it’s not that bad. The kids are still going to school.)
TPBM prefers working from home to going in to office.
I would love to not have to go to the office. It would save so much time if I could work in my pajamas.
TPBM has a favorite time of the day.
First sip of coffee time, regardless of what the clock says.
TPBM hates getting up to an alarm.
Thank God for flex-time! I have a two hour window of arrival. Haven't used an alarm for years.
TPBM doesn't need to report to anyone.
I don't, but I'd rather have a stable income.
The person below me has a good DnD story to tell us.
Dungeons 'n Dragons?
Can't say that I do as I've never played it (or any RPG for that matter.) My youngest son still designs his own games of that ilk, and I understand that he's quite good at making them quite challenging.
If that's now what AnnaClaire was referring to, TPBM can answer it. Otherwise, what's your favorite color? (Not meant to be a trick question.)
Blue. No, green!
TPBM will tell us their favorite ice cream.
In the first 9 years I was married to ThiMs, we changed our address 11 times. Seven of them required us to apply for local library cards.
TPBM was last at his/her library _____________. (Approximate amount of time. Nobody's going to check.)
An hour, but that was because I'm on the Friends of the Library book donations sort team, which meets every Tuesday.
TPBM always turns in library books/media before they're due.
The local library system annoys me; all the fiction books are lumped together and shelved by the first three letters of the authors’ names. ‘Mc’ names are listed under ‘Mac’ so if you want a book by Anne McCaffrey you’d have to hunt through about three bookshelves worth of ‘MAC’s and, of course, not all of her books are likely to be on the same shelves.
So I borrow e-books instead, keep them until they expire and let them return themselves.
TPBM has an admirable local library system.
It's even featured on pages 112-3 in Heart of the Community: The Libraries We Love.
As a matter of fact, I'll be there tomorrow to pick up a ticket for a Mystery Night fund raiser next month.
I've lived here not quite 31 years, and they've had 27 of them--all originals except the very first (the only one I missed.)
TPBM has been to their library for something other than books.
My last visit to our local library was to get a replacement for my misplaced senior citizen bus pass. The photo on my card shows me surrounded by bookshelves - which is nice.
TPBM appreciates the freebies that accompany approaching senility.
I often forget to take advantage of them, but when I do, yes, they are greatly appreciated.
TPBM uses coupons and other grocery-store offers religiously.
Well, I'm an atheist, so no.
If there's a coupon hanging from the shelf where I find the product, and it applies, I'll use it. But if it's something like: buy this product and you qualify for a free votive candle (not an actual example), thanks, but no. When the coupon ads come in the mail, I stop at my recycling bin on the way back to the house. They get dropped right in there along with ads from politicians, tree service companies, folks who want to buy my house for cash, and that damned Avon catalog someone tosses on my lawn every couple of weeks.
TPBM has one of those camera doorbells.
Are you not into beauty regimes WHL?
We have a camera gate-bell. I had to ban the kids from answering the bell because they used to let anyone in without checking - which then made having a gate redundant. Why do we have a gate? Because everyone else does.
TPBM is planning a birthday celebration.
(Off topic : is this the first ever TPBM thread? https://www.librarything.com/topic/19715 How/ why did it start?)
Yes, I am not.
No, I am not. Except for once, I haven't acknowledged my birthday in over 50 years. A friend's birthday is just a few days after mine, so everyone except me decided that we should have a joint birthday celebration. It was 25 years ago. At said celebration, my then-wife ThiMs announced that since I was now (then) 42, she was going to trade me in for two 21-year-olds. Everyone thought she was pretty clever and we all had a good laugh about it. Four months later, they decided to have another party to celebrate her birthday. And it was the exact same people involved. We were the same age; graduated high school together. At the appropriate time, I reminded her of what she said on my birthday, and announced that I was going to trade her in for three 14-year-olds. Nobody laughed, and we never had another birthday celebration.
(Off topic: Yes indeed, that was the thread that started it all. I recall that from the 3rd thread, two participants created their own 4th thread. It was a pain to get people to stop replying to one of them, and was at least partly responsible for Tim & Co. to make the continuation "button" at the bottom of the threads.
TPBM is ageless.
no, I have one. I just don't care what it is.
TPBM is celebrating Mardi Gras today.
Despite all the newspaper features giving recipes for pancake toppings, Shrove Tuesday slipped my mind. Now, I suppose, the abbey will have to focus on Lenten fasting - Ho, hum.
TPBM has a favourite pancake recipe.
Buckwheat. And real maple syrup, thank you very much.
I was invited at the last minute to a Mardi Gras party. I arrived with a bottle of my blackberry cordial and everyone's eyes lit up. Of course, they were mostly already lit. These are Catholics, after all.
TPBM has cootchie-cooed a baby recently.
No, but my niece will be giving the family a new little girl in April.
TPBM is hunkering down in a snowstorm.
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