What Are Ya Havin’?
This is an Unhosted Cafe.
BYOB
Nosh on the table.
Nosh on the table.
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Rude, crude, lewd behavior appreciated.
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Please recommend (and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier)
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May the 4’s be with you
Lounge Closed. Morning Cafe Opened
in BT and there’s nobody around to see it, will FM still want 27 beers?
No, but I could use a cosmo. š
will you share ?
Well, as long we each get our own glass.
if you insist.
it’s okay to share a glass as long as neither of let your spit get in it.
I won’t spit but you can never tell about CG — better give me my own glass.
How else do you get a whole beer unless you spit in one you’re sharing with someone. Isn’t that in Miss Manners?
I don’t think Miss Manners drinks beer.
You mean no pinkys out while lifting the mug?
my mother had long since abandoned all hope.
you’ll have to make your own.
Helloooo lounging Froggie.
It’s just past noon here, and I think I’d like a beer.
Beer good.
It’s a sunny warm day here and I’m trying to cobble together a some lenghts of black poly tubing so that I can divert some of our used bath water onto Nina and Pacha’s pasture.
It’s been so dry for so long the grass, what little there is, crunches underfoot.
I bought a lenght of perforated drain pipe at the tip shop for a dollar, and I need to figure out a way of connecting three different sizes and type of pipe together to make a sort of soaker hose that only uses gravatational pressure. Using only materials on hand, of course. It’s cheating to buy parts. š
Hi keres.
I keep forgetting the season change here and there. It’s supposed to be in the mid 20’s tonight here.
I must have truly converted to metric. I just read your post and thought “20, that’s warmer than here.”
It only supposed to get up to 19 today. 19 degrees celsius, of course, which is about 68 degrees fahrenheit.
20’s F is damn cold. I remember getting up and going outside on winter mornings in NM to break an inch or two of ice on the goats water troughs. Because I’d usually bathe first, my hair would freeze after only a few minutes outside.
I remember skiing one time and my hair freezing, but down here that’s not much a a hazard.
It’s not a hazard here either. Tasmanina is really the only part of Australia that even gets regular frosts. The mountains, of course, get snow. But Australia doesn’t have a lot of mountains either.
Ya got sand though. Lots and lots from what I hear.
Actually, the soil here is not so much sandy as just plain dirt. It tends to be fine dirt, and fairly high in iron content – hence redish. It gets into and onto everything.
Beaches are sandy, of course, and “girt by sea” (part of the national anthem) Australia had lots of beach. And lots of sharks. Some young guy lost a leg to one yesterday.
On the plus side, in terms of the dry weather, I am getting lots of laundry done, and I’ve got the computer keyboard that Albert inexplicably decide to pee on throughly washed out and taken all apart and drying in the sun.
Ya gotta love that Albert. I think. š
We do love him. Pets and pee just go together.
Which reminds be of something that happened to some friends of mine years ago.
Their daughter’s bedroom closet started to smell of pee. They cleaned it up, but it started smelling again. The cat was eventually blamed, and locked into the garage at night instead of being allowed into the house. This seemed to fix the problem, until a month later, when once again there was pee in the girls closet. The mistery was solved when her younger brother (about 5 yo) was caught in the act. His mother was really mad at him, not for the peeing, but for letting the cat take the fall.
most of my life has been a cheat.
I buy parts if I have to (like for the car, home-made car parts would be asking for a disaster – but I will get used car parts and fix or rebuild them), but I’m a very good fabricator. And very much a waste-not-want-not skinflint type.
besides, if you buy parts, you’ll never be able to justify that welding equipment.
Exactly!
I used to listen to “Car Talk” every week when I lived in the US. And Tom and Ray are always pointing out that by fixing your car yourself you can justify buying the tools needed because of all the money you are saving.
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I’ll have my usual 27 please.
I’ve found out a gastronomic don’t. Nyquill and cherry ice cream don’t mix.
gonna stay awake this time š
Hi Mary.
At the moment I don’t know. š
Got snow?
I guess that’s another rhetorical question answered.
Did you save some sleep for me?
Hi Andi.
Not a single solitary wink did I save. š
But Bailey’s and vanilla or chocolate or coffee ice cream, or even cookie dough or oreo cookie ice cream go together and they’re much more effective than nyquil.
Already went the Baileys route. Didn’t work.
But it’s more fun…no?
No really, but it did taste better. Hell anything taste better.
Are you home or in Cleveland?
Anyone have an aspirin?
Sick or hangover Boo?
It’s cold and dark and gloomy and the wind is straight off the lake…ah cleveland.
Yep that sounds like the north. š
How are you doing?
very exhausted and have a couple lungs filled with smoke. About the same as you, come to think of it.
Yeah I always heard Cleveland is a smoky city. When are you supposed to be back home?
tuesday night. I miss my dog. š
heard that.
Oh yeah, the cats. I guess I just miss my dog because my sister has a dog, a mini pinscher, and she’s being all cute and wiggly.
because dogs are just cuter, sweeter, and more snuggly than cats. (why yes, now that you mention it, I do have a slight prejudice).
I’ve been up since 4 and it just occurred to me that I want to go to bed (I guess my synapses are so tired they were slurring the message).
Night.
are you going to get some snow?
Yeah rub it in. We’re just getting cold.
Seems like it would be nice for her to have some snow before heading back to the land of eternal humidity.
Yeah but this is Cleveland we’re talking about. Anyway she lives up north.
just flurries and Ben is bummed out about it. He really wanted to see some snow while we were here.
I guess this answers my question š
I missed your question, maryb. Are you still digging out or has it melted?
Still on the grass but the sidewalks are melting. Sorry for Nature boy that he won’t get snow to play in š
He didn’t like it when we lived here but now he misses it. I don’t.
Just going through my click art of old time Santa’s and thought I would share this one with you all.
More of these are posted on Village Blue if you want to have a look, see link at bottom of comment.
So I hope everyone is warm tonight!!!
Hi Diane.
I like that picture. Really does give the Xmas feel.
Lovely. I like the old skinny santa.
his shoes scare me.
Hate to do it, but I’m heading out. Sleep is calling.
Night all.
Whoever is still around and interested, I finished maryb’s backstory. Follow the link in my signature. The site is pretty clumsy, but I’ll fix it up when I get iWeb later this week.
Other than that bit of business, what’s up?
Wait. I’ve got fix it a bit. Be right back.
Messy, but click on 3a to start.
boran2 and I have been waiting impatiently to find out what happens …
Go to it.
I’m glad it was fiction because in real life I probably would have joined the order of cloistered nuns. š
KS is dubious, as am I.
Well … given only those choices …
I’m not religious but I am hermit like. š
It’s a shame I never saw boran again. I wish I could have met Mrs. Boran and told her how perfect he is. On the other hand, you didn’t make me give up my shoes.
A weird thing happened while I was writing this final piece. I started writing about the deliveryman in the basement episode. I came up with an idea while in the DC airport for four hours. I wrote 10 pages longhand on a legal pad. That was after I laid out your final piece. It’s a way of connecting the backstories into a longer work. But then, I’m not sure if anyone else will want a backstory.
If there is anything you’d like removed, send a email and I’ll remove it. For instance, I could completely change your name.
Remove something? Are you kidding? Nope. It can stay exactly as you wrote it. And Mary’s are a dime a dozen. You can keep my name.
So the deliveryman is going to tie everything together huh?
In a way, as of now, but it looks like you will be a red herring in the deliveryman story. I haven’t thought it through yet. It just kind of happened.
see? the story takes on a life of its own …
by the time you’re finished my part will be only a small mention.
Maybe you could mention me in the dedication š
Before I write a dedication I need to see what this turns out to be. I’ve started before and the pieces just sit there.
but this time … look at the inspiration š
To be clear, this longer piece isn’t about you. It started a side story and branched out. Your back story is tangential to the longer piece. I have posted the the longer piece, as it is very rough.
The names and changes I was speaking about are in your back story.
Correction: I have “NOT” posted the longer piece.
My back story is good – don’t change it.
So the deliveryman is the BIG story? I forsee a nice long novel coming out of this.
I wish it was Christmas break so I would time to work on it.
BTW: Did you notice how the bad weather parted in a path between Detroit and DC?
I didn’t notice – but frankly I was tired of watching the weather so once the sky cleared up here I stopped.
I wish I had a Christmas break.
It is nice to get the time off.
I just realized how late it is. I’ve got to get some sleep. The kids’ll eat me lunch tomorrow if I’m not rested.
night, I’m off too.
My clinical instincts say otherwise.
Even those lovely pink-habited St. Louis nuns don’t get to wear attractive shoes.
I wonder if people would be disappointed to know that I really don’t have that many shoes and I tend to wear the same ones over and over.
You’re probably right. I would have gone for the goats š
Nah, it’s just the fun of thinking that you’re obsesses with shoes.