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

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Jillier, I think you will find that many, if not most, of the participants in this thread have felt similar things at one time or another. We understand and sympathise. Judge not, and all that.

*sends kind thoughts jillier's way*

I've had a similar experience recently.I happened to bump into a former colleague at the train station.We could only speak briefly as she was in a hurry,but mentioned that she now works in an office in the city centre and that she's seen me walking past it a few times.She told me where it was and said 'You can drop in at my office' as she hurried off.
Now,that would be easy enough for me to do as I work a few blocks away,however the
thought of just casually dropping in to her office on a social call is something that sets off all
sorts of alarm bells in my mind.Is that what she really meant ? Was she just being polite ?
What if she's busy at the time ? With all these thoughts bothering me,instead I decided to
look up the phone number and call her office instead. I got through and explained that rather
than simply turn up,I thought I'd give her a call and see if she wanted to go for coffee or
lunch some time.She said that's fine,but can we put it off till the following week as she was
busy. I've since being calling several times but she's either been at meetings or at lunch (one meeting apparently being in the time period that I worked out she took her lunch). I'm now left wondering if she only said 'drop in' to be polite and I don't want to keep phoning her office too
often in case they think I'm some kind of stalker Maybe I'll bump into her again at the
station and that'll be the easiest way to sort it out.

To Jillier -the internet can be just as daunting as real life at times.We can all post things but we don't always know who's read them or what their reaction might have been. I got an unexpected reply once in another part of the forum from someone who said they thought my signature was interesting (they possibly thought my actual message was nonsense but at least they found something of interest). If it's any consolation,I've found your posts in this part of the forum entertaining and I'm sure others feel the same.

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hi merle, sleepydragon and pluto, i have beaten myself up big time over this, got paranoid and depressed. It takes me soooo long to work out my feelings- and in a flash there i realised i was investing all my emotions in here, bad move- with people i dont know from adam and vice versa. I thought i was being 'dingied'- glasgow word for being frozen out. I didnt realise it was a common problem- i imagine that everyone can sort their feelings out straight away! What i meant merle was not a blog but an 'online discussion group'. (this) I will try not to get too attached and thanks for your patience, i have no idea what asperger traits are so it's good to see what other people struggle with- i can relate to that.

oh, dear. well, Jillier, we certainly are not dingieing you out. We actually hang out in the Cafe so we CAN be closer to each other. And it is OK, too, because we have been meeting her for years. You can, too. There is love enough for all
Merle

I've been in quiet mode of late, but who knows how long that's gonna last.

Well, jillier, I guess we have accidentally developed a few in-jokes over time, but I for one have no problem filling you in...

Since this is a cafe (well, an ex-cafe, built on the ruins of the original Dino-Aspie Cafe when it ran into problems of definition), it seemed reasonable that its inhabitants, us, could expect to get coffee and muffins. You may have noticed that we're not above the occasional flight of fancy (in much the same way as the ocean is not above the clouds, in the words of Douglas Adams). Postpaleo (Postie) introduced us to the concept of the self-motile evul muffins, that sit there looking like normal muffins until you stop paying attention, and then...

Gromit doesn't do flights of fancy - he does interstellar explorations of fancy. He's fun, but if you take things seriously, he'll take some getting used to...

I guarantee, though, that if you hang out here long enough, not only will you get used to us, you'll start generating in-jokes of your own!

Lelia walks in and trips over Jillear. Oh Hai!
I am feeling much better than the last time I was here. My son John with the Ankylosing Spondylitis (so now he has AS and AS) finally got insurance notice and he is now injecting himself with Imbril and in 3 months we will find out whether he is in the 60% of people that helps or in the 40% of people it does nothing for. I told him about how sitting on a medicine ball at work would be good for his spine and asked if I bought him one would he use it. No, he says.
So don't buy one! says my husband. But, but, I want to help him, waaaaaaaah! says I. My son: And no he won't let me buy him a loft bed and rearrange his room and put in a temperpedic mattress or take the supplements I gave him. He will only follow doctor's orders unless they fail him. Just because he's 27 and works and lives on his own he thinks he can do anything he wants. Imagine that!
Merle, I enjoy reading your posts on the Portland meet-up group. Someday I may actually attend a meeting. Look for the person who looks like her avatar.
I'm having a bit of difficulty typing this as a dog sits between me and the keyboard.

Frank told me to buy a dog.! !! !! !???????

Backstory: We have a houseguest in his eighties, a sweetheart, who gave away his and his wife's chihuahuas before he moved in with us because he knew I was so allergic to them. I told him he could bring them anyway, but he did not want to be any bother. Well, whenever he thinks of his dogs he cries. So Frank's directive.

Frank dislikes dogs in general.

I am still allergic to dogs.

I am an indifferent housekeeper but still hate dog hair everywhere.

Solution: as hairless a dog as possible.


On petfinder.com I found a few rescue Chinese Crested, most of them child haters. I have grandchildren. The closest one with the fewest hangups is in Pasco, a bit of a drive from Vancouver. So I got Kip who seems to be around a year old. He is housebroken until he arrives at my home. We are working on it. I am working on it a lot harder than he is. He is also desperate to play with the neighborhood dogs. Chinese Crested come better in twos.

I look for another one.

In Hermiston is a Chinese Crested mix with very little information about him. The picture with no reference in the background seems cute and he seems a lot less hairy than my hairy hairless with the bad haircut that I proceeded to make worse.

Another long drive. When I arrive at the truly wretched Humane Society there, I find Max is not a Chinese Crested at all. He is the middle-sized Mexican Hairless who bulks four times my Kip and was extremely depressed. He would not even look at me. He refused to notice Kip jumping all over him and playing with the children. I found out he had been there for eight months! They dropped his price by a third and offered me a free leash and crate if I would take him.

So now I have two dogs I need to housebreak and they are fiercely jealous of each other. I cannot pet one without the other one insisting he deserves to be petted more. They steal each others' little pillow toys and bury them. Max wants to be two inches from me at all times. Frank wants me to sell him and get another Crested, but I think he is going to turn into a fantastic dog. I told Frank he was worth 15 hundred dollars, and Frank could not believe ugly could go for so much. I think it's the rat tail that bothers him.

Anyway, I got the dogs to be lap dogs for our houseguest, but I am the one they are glued to.

Once the family dynamics settle down a bit, I think they will be a lot of fun. Our houseguest laughs when he watches me sit down and two dogs leap on my lap and struggle for who gets closest to my face to lick.

So, I need a doggie bag to take back home. Lau, do dogs eat haggis?

jillier maybe it is difficult to follow in the beginning, i remember that the first weeks in the café i spend under the table (there is no dingie culture here in the café, you can be sure of that!)
i explained you on the previous page how to do the 'quote-thing' as you asked it, don't know whether it was of any help?


ow yeah merle, what should we do with this 'normal' people.... they probably do make contact with others, but it always feels as if they are being polite instead of seriously inviting someone, doesn't it?
I'm sure I'd have no problem shopping with you (not that I'm a real shopper, but well I do have to buy certain things sometimes of course)

All I ever do is follow the straight lines people give me. And I'm not even self-propelled. What happens is that a small inspiron (the elementary particle of inspiration, consisting of the quarks strange, sideways, and licorice) fired off by someone else kicks me up the butt. Once the necessary momentum has been transferred, I merely go ballistic until the gravity of the nearest planetary body drags me down. I am just the pinball of reluctance in the big arcade machine of fancy, being pushed around by the flippers of punctuality and bouncing off the round conical-shaped thingy of conversation.

now who has launched this one ?
*moves and hides back under the table at the sight of a flying gromit*

all of which translates into "does interstaller explorations of fancy"

speaking of lunacy, i still live here. it is 97F at the house and just above 90F in my office. again this year. "normally" (i.e., for the past century or so) we get april, cool and breezy. may goes gray, when the marine layer comes inland and it stays cloudy for all but a few hours after lunchtime. then we get june gloom, another month of the same.

for the last three years(including this year) we've gotten a brutal heatwave in late april. it's like an oven out there, and way, way too early. we hid in the house with all the blinds drawn and the a/c running yesterday and it was ok. the kid is now trapped there, as she can't get out to her car in the far parking lot unless she douses herself completely with water and walks quickly, while carrying an umbrella to keep the sun off her.

summers, how i HATE summers. especially when they rear their ugly heads in the middle of spring! my poor little table fan is wheezing badly, but doing it's best to keep the air moving in here. i used to long to work in a building with indoor plumbing. i'd happily trade that now for a building with air conditioning or, at least, good ventilation!


oops [edit] no, now the weather channel says it's 104F out there at the house, with humidity of 6%. Which means it's probably really about 109F.
looking at the long-range forecast for the UK and it looks like 55F.
ok, i'm an "e.u." citizen - well, at least i have the official paperwork. perhaps i'd best see a little more thoroughly about weather in the e.u. for a long-term goal....

As the nearest planetary body,I must apologise if my gravity inadvertently dragged you down,
Gromit.

While my mind is in 'connecting' mode,thinking of Wallace & Gromit reminds me that one of my
acquaintances has named their dog "Wallace" although it's in honour of Braveheart. I pointed out that the name Wallace originally meant "Welsh"`and that being the case they could summon
the dog by shouting "Here,Boyo" (that's a little in-joke for anyone who's aware of the Welsh
expression Boyo,the equivalent of 'dude' or 'friend' in US I suppose) .

~rim shot~

i've been a bit (a bit much actually) obsessed tonight to post my 3333rd post on this 1111th page

(thanks to richie I made it, and i can have some rest now)

Beaux rêves, lemon.