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

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Hey Merle! Sorry about how the timing is working out (bad). I have a solution that may help (I hope):

You could remain in the old apartment under the circumstances until the old apartment landlord comes back on Tuesday. Explain to him that you did not want to leave without doing a final apartment checkout together so that you can leave on good terms (and with the deposit). Explain to the old apartment landlord that you fully understand and sympathize that he couldn't be in town Saturday due to the funeral - I don't think he should charge you partial rent under the circumstances - he couldn't be in town to do the final checkout). In the meantime, you could pack the U-Haul truck with everything but some clothes, essentials, and a bedroll. Then, you'll have the cash in hand for the next place and hopefully the new landlord will be back from San Diego by Monday. Maybe the new place has an emergency contact who has access to your new apartment's key so that you can start moving into the new apartment earlier. If the new apartment's emergency contact asks for the down payment up front, explain about the funeral and give them the old apartment landlord's office number so that they can confirm everything. Tell the emergency contact that you were supposed to be allowed to move in on Sunday, and that you'll take care of the payment arrangements when the new landlord gets back from San Diego, and the old one gets back from the funeral.

Good luck! (slow deep breaths)

Chuck

I was thinking since she plays the harp and the piano, if she can multitask, she would go into repeat mood and keep playing them both with the same simple thing over and over. Driving him to new heights of madness, hieghts he didn't even know exiested. But that wouldn't be doing him in yet, could if his head exploded while she stimmed. He could be bound with assorted jewerly and leather while she did it.

There is such a thing called the rear strangle take down, don't need anything but your bare hands. Come up behind him slam one fist into a kidney, put your back firmly against the objects back, at the same time with your other hand in the shape of a open, knife blade type look, slam them in the throat, it stops any scream. Then throw your legs back while in the embrace, breaking said objects back while you bring him down. Then you do a "head stomp". When we learned it one idiot said out load he didn't see why the hit in the side, the drill instructor demonstrated the why on him. I'll never forget the look on his face. That was the "old army" they weren't supposed to hit you even then, but they did. They cleaned it up later. I couldn't believe it that when you do a bayonet thrust they stopped them from doing the chant, the spirit of the bayonet it was called, on every thrust you screamed "kill". I mean good lord, there is only one reason for the military, only one and you better be good at it. I'll not say some of the other hand to hand, it gets worse. When I drank a lot and with my temper, I always was in livid fear that s**t would come back to me, it never did, I learned it was better to just walk away, even if someone broke your nose. Lol, naw not going into meltdown, got a PM from merle and I got to let it out, feel better.

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Sorry guys about this quick pop in and out! My sister and I have a dinner date and I've just mowed - gotta clean up and go! I'll be back later. Hope everyone is well and having fun.

Kate Mooring, Thelma's mother, was the real charachter. She was about 4'9" and 80 lbs and everyone was afraid of her. She was a violent little cuss with an interesting family. I'm not related to the Moorings. My uncle called her father a scoundrel. Jim Mooring's grandfather was in the US House of Representatives from Tennessee. His son, Dr. John Mooring, decided to pack up and move to Texas during the 1850s. Too many issues going on in the South so many people headed for the frontier.

The family stopped in Memphis where Sarah Mooring, Jim's sister, married a riverboat magnate, a Trump type of guy. They built a big estate across the river in a town called Helena, Ark., which was a prosperous little riverboat town. At any rate, Jim Mooring got into a gun fight in Texas and killed someone and ran to Arkansas to his sister's house. That was about 1870. He became sort of a notorious drunk, possibly a bushwacker.

There was a real shortage of men at that time, and Sallie Trexler was not the best looking woman in the world, so she married this man, 30 years her senior. Sallie ended up inheriting the land by the way of my gr-grandfather Trexler, who deeded it to Mooring when he was dying of consumption and had my then 7 year old gradmother to support as her mother and grandfather had died a couple of years previously. My grandmother grew up with Kate Mooring, but she was nothing like her.

Mooring was drunk one night riding horseback with some young man, a kid really, about 18 years old. Mooring pulled a gun on the kid and kid shot him off his horse and he died. The horse made its way back home and Sallie knew that Jim was dead. Kate ended up with the land, which passed to Thelma after her death.

Kate was a violent aspererish woman who drove Thelma crazy and started her on the road of never-ending travels.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

Post,

She's not confronting him at home but in some tunnels on an island. So she is going to have to take a boat over and go down into his territory in the tunnels, where she has never been and basically hand herself over to him so he'll let her friend go.

(The last time she ended up kidnapped was over this same friend! The kidnapper was threatening her friend's child to get her to cooperate. Sylvie had earlier lifted some cuffs off of a cop to use on her husband later and she took them out while the kidnapper was distracted and cuffed herself to her friend so he had to take them both. He didn't realize she had the key hidden in her bra.)

Anyway, Sylvie will go to save her friend again, putting her on his turf. She won't want him in her house again anyway because she has a child and her grandmother there. (Okay! So she had a little incident in Kazakhstan, but it was just a mis-communication. She didn't actually mean to hit that gov't agent in the head with a shovel!)

So she will go to the island and the tunnels. She must take a weapon he won't recognize and strike when he is indisposed, so to speak. She's pretty good at this now. She could probably give lessons.

Lol, somehow I'm looking at your picture a little differently each time you add more to the story.

Humm, tunnels, have to think on tunnels for a bit. Need to look at them in a freudian angle, maybe. But hey, sometimes a tunnle is just a tunnel.

Do you mean caves? There are some very cool ones on Andros Island, Bahamas. You could throw him down a blue hole.

There is a mature aspies II thread. They must not like us.

Yeah, saw it a while ago. Been pondering the problem and I do think there is one.

No easy answer to it that I can see. In a PM conversation about something else when I first found the site, the word clique came up, I've tried to watch it here, but just the sheer volume of some of us addicts would certainly make it hard to pick up on anything for some. That just jump in the damn water and get wet already, isn't in some folks. So i could see where people might find it interesting, but distance themselves from this, because of, guess what, feeling an outsider.

Maybe I'm wrong on not going with the we need an older section. I'll say my feelings on this again. Too many threads and you loose the sense of community that some of use find comforting here. Sure the site as an over all is just that, but it's homey in here becasue we made it that way. It didn't come with the site. I do think sometimes we probably get into things that probably should be in another post, I'm guilty of it. I'm interested in the thoughts on the off subjects from people I think I know here. But the volume of posts to this thread is getting big, on a daily basis, I have the time to read them, a lot of people don't.

I think it's in a good spot. First place a new comer stops, generaly. Get into a kids section first and I'd be tempted to turn tail and run fast. We're pastied now, so it's not like we float on the bottom out of sight. Lol, like that's really going to happen.

Finding another forum spot I don't feel is a good idea. It seldom works, done it more then once. I don't know much about the chat function here, it wanted stuff installed i didn't know about and i just plain don't do that. Not sure it wouldn't be like a seperate forum only in another sense, anyway.

I just don't see an easy answer to it. But I can see it as a problem. Maybe the other thread is the solution. I mean it's not like we can't trade brands of spam or exchange muffin recipes.

Or just relax go with the flow, welcome those that drop in with gifts and wonder and intice them to stay with bribes of sex and thongs that hide things. I mean after all, new blood is nice, keeps the old ones on our toes. I still would like to see the age dropped 5 years.

That's just me, so never mind, I'll go sprawl on the floor and wait for merle to come give me a lesson in manners. Little worried she did say she had that damn 2x4 in her hands though.

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No they are man made tunnels on the island so the owner could escape.

Where is the island?

LOL Don't read me into my story. First of all I rarely write from a woman's mind, it is most a man's POV. I can't connect that well to women characters and never could. I'm too literal to read too much meaning into my work, it really is what it is. I write what entertains me which is usually death, annihilation, destruction and all kinds of other badness. I used to be obsessed with Poe, Dickinson and later King (but only before he was ruined by publishers and his popularity). I like the macabre.

I can't write romance. It always comes out with obsessive controlling men with women who like sex a lot and think up all kinds of things to do to them. LOL

Off the coast of upstate NY. Nowhere real. Just a made up island.

This is for the knitters. (and crochet people too)

I noticed that knitting was mentioned. I don't knit myself, but found this site several years back. Even a friend has her charity on the list. All kinds of knitted goods are needed for many different uses.

So if you feel like knitting, you now have many places to check out to donate to. Even if you're new, and/or are trying out new stitches, making squares of certain sizes is useful. For animals and for people that put together squares to make pretty throws.

http://www.woolworks.org/charity.html

A spanking perhaps?

This is the only place you can post weird theories about dead relatives with AS. Most of the other posters are still living with mom and dad. I wonder if they even think about what life was like in the 18th century?

An aspie historical fiction novel - that's an idea!

Unfortunately, they can't even figure out what life is like in the now. It is seriously disturbing to me that their interventions have seemed to create a generation that can't function at all. I thought the idea was to make it better for them? Maybe I'm getting a skewed view, but I am very bothered by it.