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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Dec 2, 2009 17:18:31 GMT -5
Stuff. Don't talk to me about stuff. You cannot believe the sheer volume of stuff my father accumulated. How many cameras? I lost count. Tools? Power and otherwise? There's no more room in my mother's garage to store anything else. And, it's a two-car garage.  Took me the better part of the summer to just get the stuff organized. I have yet to go through it all and catalog it for sale or donations. Stuff. I hate stuff. I have something like twenty typewriters which belonged to the late Reverend Docter R. Julia, typewriters, I ask you! |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 2, 2009 17:34:27 GMT -5
Stuff. Don't talk to me about stuff. You cannot believe the sheer volume of stuff my father accumulated. How many cameras? I lost count. Tools? Power and otherwise? There's no more room in my mother's garage to store anything else. And, it's a two-car garage. Took me the better part of the summer to just get the stuff organized. I have yet to go through it all and catalog it for sale or donations. Stuff. I hate stuff. I have something like twenty typewriters which belonged to the late Reverend Docter R. Julia, typewriters, I ask you! This all sounds sadly familiar. The Aged Ps' attic is full of such things, not to mention the broken electronic devices, some of which have tubes. I could use some old tubes and transistors, but when I asked, my dad thought I wanted old CD players, so he presented me with three or four broken ones. I ripped some circuit boards out of the only one I could get open and trashed the remains and the rest of them. I decided not to attempt to explain steampunk, and why old CD players ain't it. The old clockworks, on the other hand, will be very useful someday. Of course, this doesn't even begin to cover the Aged Ps' huge collections of antique cameras, half-dolls and other sewing paraphernalia, books, magazines, Navajo rugs, the phoenix-pattern china, the last of the gun collection, the craft supplies, the artwork... Some day, all this will be mine.  However. I finished my bracelet project. Yay? There are two more silly fun art projects on the list, then I really should get back to that damnblasted um, the poet's shirt, still in progress. |
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Dec 2, 2009 17:51:52 GMT -5
I have something like twenty typewriters which belonged to the late Reverend Docter R. Julia, typewriters, I ask you! This all sounds sadly familiar. The Aged Ps' attic is full of such things, not to mention the broken electronic devices, some of which have tubes. I could use some old tubes and transistors, but when I asked, my dad thought I wanted old CD players, so he presented me with three or four broken ones. I ripped some circuit boards out of the only one I could get open and trashed the remains and the rest of them. I decided not to attempt to explain steampunk, and why old CD players ain't it. The old clockworks, on the other hand, will be very useful someday. Of course, this doesn't even begin to cover the Aged Ps' huge collections of antique cameras, half-dolls and other sewing paraphernalia, books, magazines, Navajo rugs, the phoenix-pattern china, the last of the gun collection, the craft supplies, the artwork... Some day, all this will be mine. However. I finished my bracelet project. Yay? There are two more silly fun art projects on the list, then I really should get back to that damnblasted um, the poet's shirt, still in progress. Reminds me of the all-too-recent and still horrifically painful memory of going through all of Ian's things and finally deciding that I needed to get rid of most of it. Even so, my house is overflowing--although that might have something to do with my still not being able to access my closets. |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 2, 2009 18:12:59 GMT -5
This all sounds sadly familiar. The Aged Ps' attic is full of such things, not to mention the broken electronic devices, some of which have tubes. I could use some old tubes and transistors, but when I asked, my dad thought I wanted old CD players, so he presented me with three or four broken ones. I ripped some circuit boards out of the only one I could get open and trashed the remains and the rest of them. I decided not to attempt to explain steampunk, and why old CD players ain't it. The old clockworks, on the other hand, will be very useful someday. Of course, this doesn't even begin to cover the Aged Ps' huge collections of antique cameras, half-dolls and other sewing paraphernalia, books, magazines, Navajo rugs, the phoenix-pattern china, the last of the gun collection, the craft supplies, the artwork... Some day, all this will be mine. However. I finished my bracelet project. Yay? There are two more silly fun art projects on the list, then I really should get back to that damnblasted um, the poet's shirt, still in progress. Reminds me of the all-too-recent and still horrifically painful memory of going through all of Ian's things and finally deciding that I needed to get rid of most of it. Even so, my house is overflowing--although that might have something to do with my still not being able to access my closets. *Big Mommy Anne hug, just because* |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 2, 2009 18:28:54 GMT -5
Oh,  Kitty's wheely backpack is dead. The handle broke off. There's a big rip on one side. It didn't even last a semester. I'm not buying the Jeep brand again, ever. Unfortunately, this means a trip to the mall luggage store for a Jansport, and as soon as possible, like, tonight. Argh. Nibbled to death by ducks...   And there's a hazardous materials spill on the freeway right above Paul's offramp and the freeway is backed up, which means he'll be tired and late and not inclined to go out again tonight, and I Do Not Drive At Night anymore, unless it's a dire emergency. |
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Post by SpringSummers on Dec 2, 2009 18:38:52 GMT -5
This has to be new. I built a part an practically nobody came. So much for the "part of dreams". Where are all the talky people?  Thanks for the shiny new part, Onjelbeanie! I've been working and futzing about on LJ. OK. Well, that's fine, I guess. You know, if you like it there, then fine. No problem. I'm sure your LJ friends are fun and stuff. |
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Post by Sue on Dec 2, 2009 18:43:30 GMT -5
Oh, Kitty's wheely backpack is dead. The handle broke off. There's a big rip on one side. It didn't even last a semester. I'm not buying the Jeep brand again, ever. Unfortunately, this means a trip to the mall luggage store for a Jansport, and as soon as possible, like, tonight. Argh. Nibbled to death by ducks... And there's a hazardous materials spill on the freeway right above Paul's offramp and the freeway is backed up, which means he'll be tired and late and not inclined to go out again tonight, and I Do Not Drive At Night anymore, unless it's a dire emergency. Don't some suppliers (like maybe LLBean) offer lifetime guarantees? I cut them a break and figured that if it lasted 3-4 years of high school that qualified as the "lifetime" of a backpack. But then, my kids graduated before the ones with wheels really came into vogue. As for stuff: once they figure out how to take all of our garbage and landfill stuff and make it produce cheap, clean energy we will all be rich! Or, maybe not as it will likely take centuries to eliminate the current backlog. |
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Post by Sue on Dec 2, 2009 18:45:01 GMT -5
Home from tutoring and errands. 2 rooms have been stripped of wallpaper but priming and repairs not started. I hadn't really planned on the kitchen being torn up for an extended period of time .... but they decided to do the wallpaper all at once ....
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 2, 2009 18:49:51 GMT -5
Oh, Kitty's wheely backpack is dead. The handle broke off. There's a big rip on one side. It didn't even last a semester. I'm not buying the Jeep brand again, ever. Unfortunately, this means a trip to the mall luggage store for a Jansport, and as soon as possible, like, tonight. Argh. Nibbled to death by ducks... And there's a hazardous materials spill on the freeway right above Paul's offramp and the freeway is backed up, which means he'll be tired and late and not inclined to go out again tonight, and I Do Not Drive At Night anymore, unless it's a dire emergency. Don't some suppliers (like maybe LLBean) offer lifetime guarantees? I cut them a break and figured that if it lasted 3-4 years of high school that qualified as the "lifetime" of a backpack. But then, my kids graduated before the ones with wheels really came into vogue. As for stuff: once they figure out how to take all of our garbage and landfill stuff and make it produce cheap, clean energy we will all be rich! Or, maybe not as it will likely take centuries to eliminate the current backlog. In my experience, the "lifetime guarantee" requires that I mail the thing back, at my expense, and wait for the company to get around to sending a replacement, and they only do it once. Been there, done that, not worth the trouble. Garbage was definitely the word for this backpack. ETA: And my dad's been throwing up. Since last night. I asked my mom if they'd called the doctor. No, she says, there's no point. Besides, Brenda the helper lady will be there tomorrow. I suggested that since he's been puking for almost 24 hours, it might be a good idea. Well, she can't call until tomorrow. I suggested she call the message center tonight and leave a message. She says she'll do that. I'll believe it when I see it. Anne, GAH!P.S. It took Paul an hour and twenty minutes to get home.  |
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Post by SpringSummers on Dec 2, 2009 18:52:00 GMT -5
to all S'cubies! Many challenges going on at present, but am picking my way through the days. T-day leftovers are almost all gone! I love T-day, but the leftovers do get tiresome. Fortunately some of the family came over, over the weekend, for another feeding. Rachael, glad to hear things are OK with the little one. It all sounds very normal. Karen: Congrats on the two years! All:  |
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Dec 2, 2009 19:24:08 GMT -5
I survived college! For the whole semester! Whee! I am all done for the day, the week, the month, and the year!   Also, I got 65% for my essay, which the teacher thought showed I clearly understand modernism. ... I wish I understood what I understand then. The numbers which gowith your good grades give me a case of the spins; one of the things which marred Anna's second year in University was a Theater History Class where the lowest passing grade was 75%, and the grade she needed to fulfill her departmental requirement was 85% (for a B- for our Americanreaders...) Julia, no, that's not standard, but in the US grade requirements are up to the instructor. Wow. On my UK degree 85% translates as 'this essay is ready to publish in proper academic places'. Which undergrads aren't expected to manage. Lowest passing grade is 40%. Which leaves a lot of fine distinctions between 'pass' and 'actually knows what they're doing'. |
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Dec 2, 2009 19:42:21 GMT -5
I'm feeling really energized right now. Just thought you'd like to know.
Are y'all getting tired of my med school mood swings yet?
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Dec 2, 2009 19:48:37 GMT -5
and  to everyone I vote for a big LL Bean backpack with the lifetime guarantee (LL Bean is really good about that stuff, or at least they were; it's been a while since I've had to get a replacement) for Kitty unless she's really partial to some other style. And I totally feel for you, Onjel, my parents have been working for years to sort through their stuff and my grandparents-on-my-mom's-side's stuff, and they finally get down to one storage locker, and now they've got to deal with the clutter that my other grandparents left behind. |
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Dec 2, 2009 19:52:10 GMT -5
I have something like twenty typewriters which belonged to the late Reverend Docter R. Julia, typewriters, I ask you! This all sounds sadly familiar. The Aged Ps' attic is full of such things, not to mention the broken electronic devices, some of which have tubes. I could use some old tubes and transistors, but when I asked, my dad thought I wanted old CD players, so he presented me with three or four broken ones. I ripped some circuit boards out of the only one I could get open and trashed the remains and the rest of them. I decided not to attempt to explain steampunk, and why old CD players ain't it. The old clockworks, on the other hand, will be very useful someday. Of course, this doesn't even begin to cover the Aged Ps' huge collections of antique cameras, half-dolls and other sewing paraphernalia, books, magazines, Navajo rugs, the phoenix-pattern china, the last of the gun collection, the craft supplies, the artwork... Some day, all this will be mine. However. I finished my bracelet project. Yay? There are two more silly fun art projects on the list, then I really should get back to that damnblasted um, the poet's shirt, still in progress. I got the center pendant started for a citrine-yellow agate-gold lined bead necklace I'm making for Leslie for a late birthday present, and got a whole lot of the bale wrap we used for bird netting off the cherry tree. Julia, which: not a good idea, nope, nope, nope. |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 2, 2009 19:54:38 GMT -5
and to everyone I vote for a big LL Bean backpack with the lifetime guarantee (LL Bean is really good about that stuff, or at least they were; it's been a while since I've had to get a replacement) for Kitty unless she's really partial to some other style. And I totally feel for you, Onjel, my parents have been working for years to sort through their stuff and my grandparents-on-my-mom's-side's stuff, and they finally get down to one storage locker, and now they've got to deal with the clutter that my other grandparents left behind. Trouble is, Kitty needs a new wheeled backpack tonight, and I don't know if LL Bean makes wheeled backpacks anyway. The luggage shop at the mall carries Jansport, and those usually last at least a semester. This time, however, I bought a Jeep brand wheeled backpack at Walmart for a lot less money, and she has to drag a lot more books back and forth this year. I suppose I should be grateful that our school district doesn't require those clear plastic backpacks some schools have mandated. I can't imagine anybody carrying Kitty's load of books on their back, either. Oh well, next year will be easier, assuming we can get her into the community college at all. But that's another worry altogether. |
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Took me the better part of the summer to just get the stuff organized. I have yet to go through it all and catalog it for sale or donations. 
