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

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That sounds like SO much fun!! !!

quoted for truth!
I am amazed at my friends children are actual people, younger people. I find the center of my amazement is how they were raised, as respected people to be guided and shaped into the people they are. Toxic parents don't particularly like children that can see through them with out all the artifice of culture and human bonding to buffer the indifferent hearted blow to their egos. My parents didn't keep the door from hitting me on my way out either formy knack of questioning their intentions. But toxic they were and I could only end my association with them. My daughter escaped them completely, I saw to that.

Merle

...And why do you read backwards, Nannarob? Everyone else starts at the beginning and reads to the end.

...I read backwards because I can never catch up. I read backwards because I am ahead of the podes in time. Yeah the antipodes!

If this doesn't make sense, nor to I. I have a short sharp virus that has meant sitting beside the toilet and gagging. I feel sorry for myself and I'm not one to complain but..

That's one of my sayings for the newbies. Another of my sayings is 'just because I have the biggest boobs doen't mean I have to do all the work.' That lead to Chuck wearing a size 36 bra and manically cleaning the cafe.

I have been reading your posts and I cannot understand how parents can be so insensitive to their children. Toxic is a really good adjective, Nan.

Only on Wrong Planet would I find people who understand! It would probably sound all too trivial to people not sensitive like most of us.

Samoa (used to be Western Samoa) is self-governed, but IIRC it was once a protectorate of New Zealand. The degree of influence from the palagis (puh-LANG-eez) - that is, whitefellas - varies according to how far away you are from Apia, the capital. The more remote, the more traditional (usually). And yes, the attitude to family, property, food production and time management is quite different to Westernised culture. But there is some distinction between personal property (your clothes, for example) and property that is held in common (livestock, agricultural land, etc.).

Korean, maybe?


That's good news!

Halloween is not universally despised here, notwithstanding yesterday's rant. Fans include sellers of cheap novelties; children on the hunt for that extra jolt of refined sugar; and softies such as myself and at least one of the school canteen ladies I work with. We stock up on the Snickers bars and switch on the porch light, or maybe hang out a balloon or two, and wait for the little marauders to arrive. I usually refuse a handout to anyone who hasn't bothered dressing up, but as my tuckshop lady friend says, "I must have a sign stuck to me forehead."

how hard it must be to live with other people's noice ...
i feel for you that have to do so

we are not rich (cannot afford any ben's and jerry's, they do actually sell them, i noticed, but far too expensive here) but we have a large house, a little primitive house but neighbours are at min 15 m away on all sides,
no cars in the streets, no highway nearby, only woods and (ow i always forget how they call this plain areas with grass where cows and sheep live)
the only noice comes from groups of motorcycles or 4x4's or hunters, passing occasionaly on bright holidays, hundreds of them.
and their used to be these fast jets flying too low, but since one crashed it seems like they don't come anymore. and the farmers come to harvest the hay with big tractors.

Oh yeah, unnerving little habit they do have.

The spring started out with a group of guys renting a house kitty corner from mine. They decided to put chairs in front of the house and open the trunk of their car and just blare the music, with sub woofers just shaking the windows. I got pissed. Put on my sunglasses got to the highway, checked both ways very carefully (they didn't see this) and then walked diagonally across the road staring straight at them, very measured walk. One spotted me about half way to them. They all looked up and saw me not looking for traffic and coming straight at them. The music went off before I reached them and we had no further trouble all year.

All I did when I got there was say it was going to be a long year, let's not have any trouble, that I use to do the same thing in my youth. Then I asked to see their set up for the music. We had reached a peace. And yeah I was shaking inside all the time I did it, they were a lot bigger then I was and there were 4 of them.

But the very best one that ever did it in town only did it a couple times a year. He would drag out his big ass Marshall amps and his guitar and just crank those Marshalls to the max. He was probably was getting feed back from the great guitar rifts bouncing back from the distant hills. Damn, Steve could play that guitar, he went pro, but didn't want to move, so he ended it. Shake windows? Hell he shook the houses. Damn hippys.

hm, i'm afraid i have this noisy temperaments once in a while too,
hope you won't shoot me now?
(it helps if i say i do not do it all the time but just occasionally?)

Yeah, I still do, too. Right now I'm perplexed and a bit miffed that the volume on my head phones won't actually make them move when covering my ears.
There has to be a setting I screwed up someplace. I don't think I blew the speakers in them. I haven't blown speakers out in a long time.
I still have two upstiars that are kind of on the large side. That's why when I went over to give the kids hell, I wasn't afraid of getting into a noise war, lol.
Don't ever get into a pissin match with an old skunk.

All the talk of curmudgeonness (curmudgeosity?) reminds me of my late father-in-law. He had a nasty temper, a merciless BS detector, no patience at all, no qualms about dropping an F-bomb in front of young children, and the ability to suck every last shred of pathos out of a room with a single terse remark.

I miss him something awful.

I had to move down into town from where I was living in the woods and pastures of rural Oregon State, Lemon. I couldn't take the long drive every day and my car leaks so much in the fabled but true stories of the Oregon rain. I miss the long drive, and I loved the quiet out there. ~sigh~

Merle

That's how I feel about my father. He may have had some problems, (who doesn'?) but I always knew he loved me. He reacted, not always in the way that I would have liked, but he did react. There was hardly a day when he didn't show his affection to us, pinching our cheeks, demanding good manners, telling us ridiculous but thrilling stories that he made up as he went along, dressing like an ape in my mother's fur coat with a huge electric sunlamp on his head and stalking us in his "ape walk" through the house as we laughed hysterically and shivered in apprehension at the same time as we tried to escape. He made sure we ate well and quizzed us everyday on what we had for breakfast and lunch. He was always at the dinner table so he knew what we ate then. He took care of us when we were sick and he shared his thoughts and feelings with us. He saw the injustice of the world and told us about it. He let us see him cry. He invented "things" in the basement which were always "top secret". He was truly a genius. I miss him everyday of my life.

This sounds like such a beautiful place to live, Lemon. We have a similar place in the mountains of PA only our house is a trailer and sadly deteriorating. But the surrounding area is much like yours.

Maybe not a problem with the sending unit, Postie? Maybe it's the receiver?

Does sound lovely, doesn't it? We're hoping for something a little like that, eventually. Except the kid seems grossed out by the idea of septic tanks instead of city sewers. I tell her it's better than having a little house out back where you have to go sit over a pit, and she just ewww, ewww, ewwws out of the room.

The odd thing about here, the part of the city we live in now, after about 1am on every night but Fridays and Saturdays you can almost hear a pin drop. Rarely a car sound - and then only racing teens out on the 125. The quiet lasts until about 4:30 or 5:00am. You can hear the nightbirds singing, hear the breeze in all the eucalyptus and pepper trees. Very nice. (Ok, there's also the neighbors snoring, coughing, rolling over in bed, whatever, but one can almost tune that out!)

Other parts of this city that I've lived in, especially when the kid was small, were 24 hour noise. Buses revving engines to go, and stopping outside our place at the bus stop, ambulances on the way to the hospital down the road, folks coming and going to the bars and all night grocery stores and eateries, drunken carousing out on the sidewalk outside the gate, the helicopters circling while looking for people, etc. It's much nicer where we are now. I heard a coyote this morning, very close, while I was laying in bed trying to convince myself that I really had to haul myself out of bed even though it was dark out to go take a shower and get ready for work. Haven't heard a coyote in a long time.

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