Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s Comments (group member since Sep 20, 2013)

Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

Thanks, guys. Y'all are so sweet.

mrbooks wrote: "if you keep needling him it will just get his back up and he will quit yarning on about all he does."

That would be good because he embroiders all his stories so much the facts get lost!

Maybe if we needle him sharply enough he'll cut it loose!

Thanks, Mr B. I am becoming aware how much I counted on hearing from her. And I'm sure I'm not the only one.

For the past 18 yrs I have emailed on and off with an elderly Jewish lady in NJ. She held my hand while I screamed sometimes, talked me through quilting dilemmas, shared stories. I held her hand when her husband and then her son died too young from obesity, smoking and related issues. We cried together when her housemate committed suicide on a stormy night, when she thought the shotgun blast was really close thunder. I sent her a Rosh Hashanah ecard which was not picked up, so I emailed her to see if she was fine. (Last time that happened she was dealing with a bout of shingles "right there!" as she put it, and more annoyed that it kept her home than anything else.)

She passed on Rosh Hashanah.

I will miss her. So will the quilting guild she made donor quilts for, the baby hospital the quilts went to, the preemies in that hospital that she regularly held and rocked and sang to, the blood bank where she helped squeamish donors...and so many other people who depended on Silvia's spark more than they knew.

She was 87, or 88 "depending on who you believe, the government or my mother." And still going strong until that night when she went to bed and didn't wake up again.

I am sad, but also smiling. Of Course Silvia died on Rosh Hashanah! She wanted to start the New Year in Abraham's bosom!
Heaven will never be the same, now she's there stirring up the angels.

mrbooks wrote: "Disbelief is the same as nervous laughter."

Not at all. I have laughed in amazement without being nervous at all. Just dumbfounded.

There's also the laughter of disbelief, MrB.

Yeah, he's supposedly so well red...and yet he's full of sawdust.

mrbooks wrote: ""Have you though about this?" No I'm stupid I didn't think about anything."

I have used that phrase to people who painfully obviously hadn't thought it through before they leaped, though.

"Just my thoughts!" Another catchall excuse, usually after being extremely rude and/or critical about something that's actually none of the person speaking's business.

In a place with no grass, where trees grow in little squares in the pavement. Slaked concrete.

We had a thunderstorm last night, don't know how much rain we actually got as it only rained for about 20 min but it made a lot of to-do about it. The air smells clean and fresh--first rain since about April.

Well then, beetle off home!

I just realised that one of my favourite phrases is something I conflated from a popular 60s phrase. Back in those days someone who knew what they were doing "really had it together" or they were "a really together guy." I suppose it came from "getting your act together."

I just realised that I often say, "She has it all together and she knows where it is." And that it's my own elaboration of the older phrase.

Finally got to the new Asian supermarket that opened last May. The online maps of the city were wrong, thanks town hall for nothing! but we found it. Man that place is amazing. They have their own butcher and fishmonger, as well as a whole aisle of noodles of different kinds, another of teas and herbal medicines, another of dried stuff in bulk--even monkfruit! I found my favourite brand of soy sauce (Hai Oh), which the downtown Asian store told me was "no longer available." I had promised myself not to given in to temptation, so I only bought store cupboard essentials like kelp and noodles and soysauce, but still when I went to the till and he said 12 Euros I was like--he undercharged me for sure! No, he didn't. It's still in the 80s Farenheit but when it's cooler I will take my shopping trolley and do some proper spending! LOL I think they don't close over the lunch hour. I wish they had been open last year when I bought my rice cooker! They have the "fuzzy logic" ones you can set and it will make porridge or rice for when you want it.

A man comes upon a little boy standing in the middle of the street swinging a dead cat over his head.

“What in the world are you doing?” The man asks.

“I’m chasing away Tigers.” The boy replies.

“Son, there isn’t a Tiger within a thousand miles of here.”

“WOW. Works great, doesn’t it?”

A Fantasy wrote: "Why do witches wear panties?

To get a better grip on the broomstick!"

I've known some who thought they had magic in their pants...LOL

Yes, I remember on a forum that no longer exists, how a woman about 32 moaned about being "an older woman" as if she were senescent or something...I replied, "I'm 50...if you're "old", what does that make me?"

This joke is much more effective told live, but I'll try.

A woman goes to her doctor, coughing and hacking constantly, she can hardly talk.
"Doctor, cough cough, you've got to help me, gasp. I've had this, cough cough hack, cough for a month, gasp, and it's not going. Hack, gasp. I've tried all the cough cough hack OTC remedies, cough cough, and they do nothing. Wheeze! Please, cough cough, please do something. Gasp!"

Her doctor thinks for a moment, leaves the consulting room and comes back with a small brown pill. "Here, he says, take this." She looks at it and swallows it down.
"What is it?" she wheezes.

The doctor replies, "It's the most powerful laxative known to man. Let's see you cough, now!"

I sure hope you do, Groovy! Wishing you the best!
Thursday we went out for lunch for Korean barbecue; we ended up getting a cab to the restaurant, and an African guy was trying to sell those minipacks of Kleenex, at the stop light. He leaned in the driver's window and said, "Hello granddad, hello grandma". I could feel myself "bridle" (now I know what that means in books!), I gave him "that look" and said, "I am no one's grandma, thank you!"
Then I thought about it. I'm certainly old enough...and the grey hair and wrinkled neck and bingo wings probably decieved him! LOL

Bridling, I know now, is when you draw back a bit, lift your chin, and give someone a dirty look. Like a horse that has been pulled up short. Yup. That's the one! LOL