November Survivors ~ Week 2
Good morning MAbsters. I am here. I read the thread and its full of wonderful stuff, reassurance, encouragement, reading it for me was like my favorite comfort food, a toasted tunafish sandwich..
Only no cal. Who knew? Chill Im of the same opinion. Get what you want if you can. Also taking a course in Portuguese might be fun too. I bet you know more of it than you think. Startgazer, you really understand how to live. What can I add to an already peaceful, intospective thread...hmmm. I am working hard to finish up before MrK and I go on a trip to a northern Kootenay city to take a course in multiple regression statistics. Sounds like a snoozer? Noooo. For me, I get a thrill out of seeing how one variable covaries with another variable over time or some kind of environmental gradient.
As a child, my mother would go out on her milk route and cloister me up in the kitchen nook with a sheet of plywood jammed against the entryway. I discovered I could get out by climbing through under the kitchen sink, and out through a cupboard on the other side of the nook counter. On my way, I encountered bottles and jars and spices, bags of potatos all rooty, shoe polish, insecticides, spare cutlery collections from Scotland. Because she and all the others thought I was secure in the nook with my bowl of cereal and a few toys on the floor, she never locked the doors. I could make my way out to the garden, and wander around outside, in the snow, rain, wind, sunshine, etc. I could get to the vegetable garden or the chicken house and check it all out. I knew enough to go back before she came back up the driveway, and into the house smelling of cold air, and the dairy. I was a full 6 years younger than the youngest child of a failing disasterous marraige. I learned very quickly that if I was quiet and kept to myself, and worked hard at things, I could pretty much do, get, be what ever I wanted to do, get or be.
Stats isnt everything. I booked a trip to Kuaui, Hawaii leaving from Vancouver the second day after the course, in a two bedroom condo not on the beach but near it, in Poipou, and a Jeep. Its our third trip to Hawaii, but our first trip to Kuaui, so off I go downstairs to the dungeon to pay for it.
Lav, as always, keep your pecker up, as the Scots say. You could consider making an escape. Watch out for the boxes of Scots cutlery on the way out.
Love to all, Kas
Good morning MAbsters. I am here. I read the thread and its full of wonderful stuff, reassurance, encouragement, reading it for me was like my favorite comfort food, a toasted tunafish sandwich..
Only no cal. Who knew? Chill Im of the same opinion. Get what you want if you can. Also taking a course in Portuguese might be fun too. I bet you know more of it than you think. Startgazer, you really understand how to live. What can I add to an already peaceful, intospective thread...hmmm. I am working hard to finish up before MrK and I go on a trip to a northern Kootenay city to take a course in multiple regression statistics. Sounds like a snoozer? Noooo. For me, I get a thrill out of seeing how one variable covaries with another variable over time or some kind of environmental gradient. As a child, my mother would go out on her milk route and cloister me up in the kitchen nook with a sheet of plywood jammed against the entryway. I discovered I could get out by climbing through under the kitchen sink, and out through a cupboard on the other side of the nook counter. On my way, I encountered bottles and jars and spices, bags of potatos all rooty, shoe polish, insecticides, spare cutlery collections from Scotland. Because she and all the others thought I was secure in the nook with my bowl of cereal and a few toys on the floor, she never locked the doors. I could make my way out to the garden, and wander around outside, in the snow, rain, wind, sunshine, etc. I could get to the vegetable garden or the chicken house and check it all out. I knew enough to go back before she came back up the driveway, and into the house smelling of cold air, and the dairy. I was a full 6 years younger than the youngest child of a failing disasterous marraige. I learned very quickly that if I was quiet and kept to myself, and worked hard at things, I could pretty much do, get, be what ever I wanted to do, get or be.
Stats isnt everything. I booked a trip to Kuaui, Hawaii leaving from Vancouver the second day after the course, in a two bedroom condo not on the beach but near it, in Poipou, and a Jeep. Its our third trip to Hawaii, but our first trip to Kuaui, so off I go downstairs to the dungeon to pay for it.
Lav, as always, keep your pecker up, as the Scots say. You could consider making an escape. Watch out for the boxes of Scots cutlery on the way out.
Love to all, Kas
I am envious that you are going to Kuaui. It sounds idyllic. I've been to Hawaii as well but not the smaller islands, only Oahu. Also, I chuckled when you told Lav to "keep her pecker up." The word pecker has a totally different meaning in the US than it does in Scotland!:H
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