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

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Thank you, Postie. I also thank you for your shared insight, last year when I was working on mending my relationship with my father. I am glad now that I did this. And you are right, that they live on, in our heads. I don't feel like he is really gone at all.

DeaconBlues, what a great story!

Lemon,, thanks for the artwork! It's beautiful!

Nan, Merle, Sleepy, and Richie, thank you for your condolences, and Nan, I hope great the cat goddess punishes whomever committed such a foul crime!

Hartz, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. I don't really know what to say in these instances except that your in my thoughts and I hope you and your family are o.k.
When my daughter and mother died within 3 years of each other I learned that words did't console me at all. Only my other childrens presence did.
We found strength in each other.
I'm so sorry.

Sorry to hear of your loss Hartz, I lost both my mom and "other-mom" within two weeks of each other 8 years ago. Confusing and hard time.

Thank you, reika and Bunni. I think I am holding up pretty well. Coming to the Cafe always helps.

yep, they did some damage, got over $500 cash, but missed two envelopes that had more cash, didn't hit the drug locker in the hospital wing. just went straight for the main office and the donations area. cut the lock off the gate, cut through the chain link of a run to get in, cut off the lock on the locked drawer, cut open the donations box (plexiglass). rummaged the bank deposit bag, but took the deposits out of it without wearing gloves. (duh)

the sheriff got good sets of prints. so it's only a matter of time until they catch them. the manager says it looks like it might have been two teens who were doing their court-ordered community service work out there. we won't be allowing any more court-ordered community service or school-required community service workers on the grounds. only volunteers who want to be there.

and, of course, now when donations are the lowest they've been in a decade we have to beef up security. probably get some cameras - though that's probably not going to stop anyone, just perhaps identify them after the fact. we already have on-sight overnight security most nights, but they have the nights off on Fridays and Saturdays, and our rent-a-cop doesn't get there until 5 hours after the shelter closes on those nights. we have to figure out a way to have someone there now during the in-between. rentacops are expensive.

i guess we can go out and sit with the kitties and knit, for a few weeks, until this is sorted out. we're thanking whatever powers that be that it wasn't another case like the noah's ark shelter up in iowa a few years ago.

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hartz - i really wish i could think of something to say that would be of comfort, but when someone you care about passes away there's really no comfort to be had. time does it's thing, of course, but almost 30 years after the death of the woman who raised me i still miss her, think of her often, and shed a tear now and then. there's really nothing else you can do, and nothing i can say. other than that, over time, the pain does become duller - it never really leaves, but it doesn't color everything like it does at first. i hope you have good memories to carry you through the darker times. - n

I am mostly glad that he isn't suffering anymore. He had a series of strokes, the last one being a brain stem stroke. He didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to go home, and after awhile he stopped eating, and lost his will to live. When I would talk to my brother, who lived in the same state, the reports were more and more upsetting. So, I have mixed feelings. I will miss being able to call my father on Sundays, but at least he isn't lying in a hospital bed, with tubes and things, and suffering. He always despised hospitals. I like to think that I will see him again, some day, on another plane of existence.

What I find comforting about your words, Nan, is what you said about pain becoming duller, but not leaving. I find that to be true of the other losses I have experienced.

luking

Cool steampunk keyboard.

http://www.datamancer.net/keyboards/industrial/industrial.htm

WOW!! Finding a good keyboard for myself has been an ordeal in itself. I wear out the letters so fast on the keys. It's the way I type and I hate cutting my finger nails, but am obsessive at keeping them clean. I have finger nail cleaners strategically located all over the house where I tend to sit, move them on me and there is hell to pay. Those letters on the keyboard actually look engraved, or most like recessed. The trouble with that one is I'd have to hang it on the wall.

you just need to find some trendy art gallery, put a frame around the keyboard, and have it be a statement of your exestential angst. you could be the next great new artist discovery, if the monied set stumbles on your work....

You gots any moneys? I'm now open for business.

you gotsa get it hanged up in a gallery where the people-with-entirely-too-much-money go.

Something about that seems familiar....

Off for my daily 1-2 hours of watching airplanes at the airport for my daughters enjoyment.
I read so its not so bad for me either. It makes her really happy to yell at the planes which in turn makes me happy to witness her unabandoned joy.

In the background is a non-stop litany of "do watch big airplanes, do watch big airplanes, do watch big airplanes..."
Then off to work. I love the bookworm game richie!