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

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Is it the colors, or the patterns, or the way the fabric feels that attracts you? My mom had to have fabric and yarns around her all the time! Had to always be sewing by hand - something. Quilts, framed fabric artworks, throw rugs, throws, table cloths, runners, drapes - something. (Maybe she was also on the spectrum?)

I like that design it is very "Picasso-esque".

Yeah it's an all to true a story, one member of the family helps put the other through school and then the split up. There are reasons for it. The best laid plans would be, one first, the other second, nice if you can afford to mix up the sequence. Education is a good thing, always, but... it can, when you don't pay attention to the real lesson of college, which is how to think (for those that didn't learn before and they sure don't teach in high school), leave a huge gap with your "other". It's hard to try and speak to someone about molecular biology when all they give a s**t about is if the Yanks will catch the Red Socks (and they will), so there is that side too.

Love the story of the VW, reminded me of more then a few cars, friends and I had. The VW micro-bus we all went to Woodstock in had vice grips for a shifting stick. I put vice grips right up there with the Swiss army knife and the butter knife.

When I first was reading your story and I hit the part about deciding pharmacy school instead of med school and I kind of scratched my head. Any I have known that I have questioned, shocked the hell out of me as to what you need to even get in the things to begin with (pharm school). I used to run with some of the med students for the brief time I was in Guadalajara they were sharp, but they weren't as sharp as a lot of the pharmacy students I met later in life. I don't know how many here are hip to what pharmacy school is all about, hell I probably don't know the full story, but I know enough to be amazed. (I think I've told the story of Mose Mateus, nickname from the cork of a bottle of Mateus Rose wine, the med student I got to know while in Guad. Nothing special about the stories, we just had a good time and it was an eye opener to the poorest of the poor.)

The old "bug" was one hell of a car and I was raised in the boot of one as a kid. Back then when you saw another VW coming down the road at you, you would honk and wave and smile as you passed each other, they were that rare a sight. Most all the mechanics were trained in Germany, (hell most were Germans) not that there was much need, they were just plain stable. I recall one major problem with one of them, Dad took the offending part out, held it up to his lips and gave it a hearty stream of air and put it back in. It worked fine. My family was political, Democrats could be counted on 2 hands, might need 4 hands today. Dad uncovered some corruption in the school system and decided to run for school board. I can still smell the chemicals used to copy letters to people in the kitchen. That year he put huge pieces of plywood on each side of the VW, all you could see was the bottom of the wheels. He drove it in a parade (you can put anything you want in our town parades) with his little campaign slogan. Well he won, people were that upset and knew my Dad as honest. Later the Republican party backed him as well, I suspect the only time they ever have done it here. He went on to be president of the school board. Yeah the old man was a strange one, but, he was aspie.

Sorry!! ! People who love you will just have to understand that this is how you are when you are emotional, and accept you for who you are. Believe me, at least I understand you, and know that you mean no harm by your laughter, nor your tears. You're just Lemon!

Yes. So many deaths ahead. We've reached that age. Soon we will join them! Then the eternal dance! I say, send them off with sounds of joy and laughter ringing in their spirit - we'll be with them all again soon!

When I find where I put my camera this time, I'll definitely post pictures of them. I think it's time to finish cleaning my clutter out!

...and string and duck tape!



I don't understand the connection between "strange" and "Aspie". How do those two terms correlate? While you are explaining it to me, could you please loan me some feathers? I'm making some new shoes.

I hope today has been better than yesterday for you!
Now find that camera! I want pictures! Can never have enough pictures!

That I will enjoy tomorrow perhaps, when I get back home from work. Take care all!

Lemon, that picture of fabric is very appealing to me. I have always loved those colors together, for some reason.

Okay, guys, get ready for a long rant. I have been longing to try my hand at writing screenplays. After doing a lot of research, I discovered that there is software that you can buy to help facilitate the process. I looked through several programs, selected one, and then researched to see if anyone had ever complained about the company to the BBB. Seeing no complaints, I paid for and downloaded the software. Although their website made it sound like a good program, it turned out to have so many bugs and glitches that I was practically in tears the second time I used it.

Hang on, it gets worse. So naturally I tried to get tech support. That was set up to be so confusing and dismaying, that I was forced to decide to return the software for a refund. I figured if the company gets mysteriously inaccessible the minute you have a question, then they are not a good company. You may have guessed that none of my e-mails and phone calls have been responded to, for two days. I called my bank, and they have agreed to to file a dispute with the company, since I used my debit card. This means I get my money back, while the bank investigates. Unless the company responds to the bank, and makes them change their mind for some reason, as far as I can tell, I can keep my money. It was nearly 90.00 dollars. I also found a writers website that was strongly advising people Not to buy this software. If only I had looked there, first!

The Wife has her quilting things out again. Buying a few things here and there for her project, not her first. We have an Amish Quilt here at the house. I guess the things bring big bucks, but it was a gift from one of the Granddaughters baby sitters. They are Amish and maybe we can get a picture of it sometime that does it justice. Incredible workmanship. The Wife won't, lol I don't think, start her quilt till she's done with her current little crafty project.

Oh, how I'm tempted to use the words strange, Aspie and Chuck in the same sentence!!

(Hartz pops in, and pops out again.)

It's all of those things and the smell of the different fabrics. Cotton has a crisp, sharp scent when it is ironed and wool has a wet dog smell when it is steamed. I can't touch real velvet because it gives me the shivers and most polyester feels like sand paper.
I also find fabric and yarn to be the same to me as a canvas is to an artist. I usually buy the fabric/yarn first and then when I'm not actively thinking about it, I will see what I need to make with it. I use patterns but always change them to be what I want. I have been learning the elements of design so that I can make my own patterns and sweater designs. I've been working on designing a scarf. In theory it sounded easy, in reality it is driving me crazy and teaching me humility in a big way.
I like to be surrounded by things to do. I have a sewing project, cross-stitch project, crochet project and knitting project on the go at all times. I don't watch TV or talk on the phone without working on something. I take my knitting to appointments and when I go to a friend's house to visit. I am usually doing one of those things when I am on here. It is a perseveration in every sense of the word. I have 4 of the great big Rubbermaid containers crammed full of fabric and 5 of them stuffed with yarn (that doesn't include the yarn in my room that isn't put away yet). I'll need to get another one.
And now I'll bet you're sorry you asked!!

Postie, I would love to do quilting but need to figure out how to add an extra few hours to every day, or maybe how to live to be 150!

HI, HARTZ!! ! Sorry to hear about your bad experience in the wacky world of computers. I can sympathize! I do not, nor will I ever, understand the silly things or most of the programs written for them. I am married to a CT/programmer type person and he cringes when I decide to install anything! Sometimes I install things just to watch him squirm!

Today was much better! Thanks! That darn camera is still lost and if I don't find it soon it is going to bug me all night!! !!

I haven't been reading all the posts, but I have been dropping in from time to time. Sorry, Blessed Mom, but I can't help smiling at your words. What was that again? You are going to clean the rest of your clutter?

How many times do I say that!

I have been doing the final shopping for my trip to Vietnam. I hate shopping at the best of times, but I had to go into the make up ... whoops ... cosmetic department of a major department store. It was like an ad. A beautiful girl stood behind the glass counter of each brand of cosmetic. The girls were dressed in white, the tubes and containers sparkled in the light, and the place was so sterile. I whispered to one girl, "Do you like working here?"

"Oh yes," she replied. "I love the make up!" I wrinkled my nose and she moved away from me.

And I've realised that one of the reasons people go to Vietnam is to shop.

In 12 hours I begin my journey by travelling and hour south to the airport. In 24 hours I will be landing into the waiting arms of my daughter.

Byeee! Will find an internet cafe.