So, what DO y'all do fer fun??

POSTED BY: Wishimay
UPDATED: Wednesday, January 11, 2012 14:35
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Yeah, "bad cold" doesn't begin to cut it. Fever for three weeks, that feeling of drowning in your sleep. I knew I was in trouble when I woke up in the middle of the night with a cough attack, tried to get to the bathroom, and next thing I knew I was regaining consciousness in the hallway, wedged between the walls. That's when I knew I was over my head.

Still coughing some stuff up, but much less, and much less often. It's been one month tomorrow since it started. Wouldn't wish it on anyone. Apparently the ribs will take a while to recover yet, but that's minor stuff compared to the rest.

Meanwhile, best wishes and fingers crossed for DT's sis. If you're the praying kind, now might be the time.

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Please keep taking good care of yourself Kwicko.

DT, hope Wednesday is fruitful and positive.

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I love, therefore I am.

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Finally got the equipment to copy PAL VHS to NTSC DVD from my days in UK, part 1 of 8:

My participation in the death of the last racetrack in Tennessee 2011:

http://www.archive.org/details/FirstTrackDay

Part 1 of 4:

Lots more vids effing wit da popo.

All very low-budget, anybody can, just gotta be crazy enuff to do it. I was racin in UK with 1% of the budget of the top teams run by British royalty, but often beating them to the finish line.

And I've started homebrewing a kegger by Herr Brewski.

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Let's see. Sulkying with my huskies, going to the beach/hills with the huskies, playing with huskies, going to the dog park with the huskies. It's a pain to get them out at least six days a week, but once out, I always enjoy it, even with the pain. Riding my motorcycle, writing, and anything with colors. Went from embroidery (traditional Balkan) to Xmas ornaments to jewelry-making to planting in hanging baskets (yes, it IS about color) to now making protest signs.

USED to love hiking, but the bod's fallen apart to the extent where hiking is a thing of the past, which tears me up, I miss it so much. Still two places I can manage, but it breaks my heart not to get on the Mountain...I've run or hiked or both every single trail on it. To quote someone else "I try not to think about it".

Gawd, I miss traveling! For me, if it was by air, I loved it from the time I got to the airport until I got home (I love airports so much I drive people and pick them up when they could easily take the Airporter--I know that's because when we lived in Afghanistan we traveled on stand-by and did some sleeping in airport lounges...at that age, it was FUN!). If it's camping, which we used to do when we had a camper, it's the being there, 'cuz that meant a new (or familiar) place by the ocean, in the hills, in the BIG redwoods, by a lake, etc. and once there we could hike places I loved. I HATED the preparation (because I was always the one to do it, AND the cooking, AND the cleanup when we got home) and the driving somewhere (campers are slow and ponderous and we always had at least two dogs and three or four cats with us).

But by air...oh, how I wish. Never will again, I pretty much know, and will always be grateful for the three trips Jim and I were able to make back when we worked in the City and could afford it. Interlaken & Locarno Switzerland, Verona Italy and Venice each time; we fell in love with them. But what gave me my love of flying and traveling was our time in Afghanistan, where we flew anywhere but the states for 10% (dad worked for Pan Am). Been to airports in Karachi, London, Frankfurt, Beirut (back "then"--soldiers all around with guns and sandbag outposts), Kandahar, Kabul, New Delhi, Srinigar (Kashmir), Hong Kong, Bangkok, that's all I can remember right now. Driven through Germany, Austria, Switzerland, England, Italy, India, Pakistan and Afghanistan back then too. HOW I wish I could do it all over again; at an older age than when I was there (9-12 then) but at the same time, as in "THOSE days" (now the world sucks in comparison, in my opinion). Probably will never travel again, at our age, finances and with the dogs. Doubt I'd trust anyone with them (or THEM with ANYONE!). But until the day I die, airports and airplanes, sigh... Will never forget my time in New Orleans, thanks to you guys, and flying there and back may well be my last foray on an airplane, for which I'm reeely grateful, too. I don't even mind what one has to go through these days to fly, it rolls right off my back.

Aside from New Mexico once, Montana once (Glacier Nat. Park), Idaho numerous times and New Orleans, have seen NOTHING of America outside California, tho'. Never really interested me...my heart lies overseas.

Enough dreaming...the activities I loved most I can't do anymore...we'll probably sell the motorcycle as soon as I accept THOSE days are over, too. So it's stuff I can do in the recliner and ways I can get out with the dogs now. Pffffft...

And good gawd, Raptor and I have ANOTHER thing in common...sort of. When younger, I was absorbed by dinos, to the point where I can still identify some of them, and I still love them, but it's just affection, I don't do anything about it except head for the dino exhibits when I'm in a museum (which is rarely, I can't stand for long and walking hurts too). This is getting weird.

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