Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
Anyway, a poster said that for them to sing like that without instruments - that is talent! {went back to re-watch it and listen to the no-instrumental music.} Huh, he's right... Then he said that the teachers were insisting that was drums in the background...huh? {I went back to re-watch and re-listen for the 'drums'}.... Conclusion: I really like this song - Hallelujah!... Tomorrow, I'm going to listen to their next song... FYI, I just learned that Avi (yes, I had to google who that was) is leaving them! They All have amazing voices.
Sorry, Send. I tried to do a Search here on Music. Remember, there was a thread on this? I gave up after scrolling and scrolling on Next page... Decided to post it here.
Hmmmm.... do you think the landlord's agent could be more receptive if you explain that value of recycling the chickens' contributions to improve the soil and therefore the gardens? Or maybe bring him some lovely fresh eggs?
GA, it's a long story (not to say a work in progress) but it all began many years ago when some dam' fool forwarded a YouTube clip of a newly rescued battery hen to Daughter 1. Thereafter, she greeted every parcel and Christmas and birthday package with an excited "is it a chicken?!" and kept this up long, long after most girls would have got over any "can I have a pony" type demand.
Fast forward to a house with a large garden, and our joining the British Hen Welfare Trust's waiting list of prospective rehomers. This Was Not My Idea. But once you've seen those ladies emerge from their carrying crate and jump out of their skins at their first sight of the sky... you're hooked. No going back.
Once every three months I get news of the latest rescues. I am composing a masterpiece of diplomatic negotiation that will persuade my landlord's agent that the no pets clause, having morphed into no pets except one dog, can easily slide further into no pets except one dog and three hens. This is delicate work.
But also I'm in town now, and there are foxes, and I could never cage a chicken so I would have to fox-proof the garden, or buy a rifle and mount a 24/7 guard...
The practicalities are the problem.
But you are right: once you've gathered new-laid eggs from genuinely free-range hens who enjoy a balanced diet of special extra-nutritious ex-bats' grain (in theory), plus your breakfast, lunch and supper, ants' eggs, worms, spiders, your cornflower seedlings, grapes and one horribly unfortunate frog... no egg ever has as much flavour again.
I'm beginning to think that another aspect of enjoyment the younger generation is missing is the fun of shopping, not just to buy, but to be stimulated by the decorations, the activity, the spontaneity of people shopping. Regional malls were typically filled with people, and lots of activity. Some stores were magnets for daydreaming, such as Borders, and the stores that sold Yankee Candles and fragrant lotions.
Best Buy doesn't stimulate me in the same way; it stimulates me to get out of there as soon as I find what I want b/c the racket is so darned loud.
I too am starting to buy clothes through catalogues; I haven't seen anything I like in stores b/c they're too trendy and made of cheap fabric. I really miss Hudsons, and Winkelman's, Franklin Simon and more that I've probably forgotten.
And I think it's a good thing that women are spending more time in Man Caves; helps us become more independent and learn more about things that typically were men's domains. For me, it's an educational experience. I won't admit that I salivate over drills yet, and a lot of the tools are mysteries as I haven't yet figured out what they do.
Windy, I hope your back is better tomorrow - can't let you miss all the good sales at HD or Lowe's! And take a rest too.
I like to have the thing I’m buying in my hands also but must admit that online shopping is great for some stuff like getting my folks a dryer or a new phone sent over when I’m 600 miles away.
Christmas shopping isn't fun anymore. People look deranged. Jostling each other. The single men who have never entered a mall walking around with that seven- mile stare.
My Mom and I used to get all our shopping done early and then go to the mall, sit at a coffee shop and laugh at everyone. Oh, and just in case somebody reading this gets offended by that remark, it was good-natured laughter, not cruel. I feel like I have to mind my P's and Q's these days cause of the small army of Gershun haters out there.
I know you guys are cool though. Garden Artist, CM, Frequent Flyer, CWillie, Luckylu, Send, just to name a few. :)
I raise my hand also for wanting to be up close and personal with whatever I am buying. Borders use to be my favorite place just to roam around, great calendar selections. But a few years ago our local Borders moved out. So did Books A Million, and then Walden Books. I want to flip the pages before I buy. Now my local Staples is moving out... NOOOOOOOOOO, I loved that place.
I use to shop in the stores for clothing but I got to a point where I hated clothes shopping. And helping my parents for many years didn't give me the free time to hop off to the Mall. So it's been catalog shopping, and narrowing down which are the best ones to buy from. I do like the reviews from other shoppers, that's been a great help. It's just finding catalogs where the clothes will last more than one year... LL Bean slacks and blue jeans I can have for years and years :)
That Hudson's was the flagship store of the Hudson's line; it was the most diverse store I've ever seen, not because of wealth or high end goods, but because it was so appealing, so diverse, and was literally a little city unto itself.
One time I was so disgusted with a local store selling outdated sinus meds that I took all the expired pacakages off the shelf, rolled my cart to the customer service area, put them on the counter and suggested politely (since those folks weren't responsible) they contact the manager to find out why the store was selling expired meds. (And that wasn't the first time this happened at that store).
If I bought something and the store delivered outdated merchandise, I wonder if they would send someone out to retrieve it and replace it?
Remember when shopping used to be fun? There were new items, lovely displays, and so much energy and activity at shopping malls or special stores. I still enjoy Joann Fabrics and Michaels for those reasons.
And there were lovely or exciting restaurants when one could rest after an exhausting several hours of checking out all the sales during special seasons.
Borders was still my favorite store. One holiday season during a good sale the crowd was so long (close to 100 feet) that the staff walked along the line of patiently waiting customers and provided little cups of free hot chocolate. I miss that kind of service and atmosphere.
Going to a mall now is more like going to a collection of abandoned buildings in a dilapidated part of town. It's depressing.
But at least the Man Caves are still busy; there's always someone buying something at HD and Lowes.
CM, I wasn't familiar with birching, looked it up and agree it would be a good alternative punishment if legal action wasn't taken.
And I thought MY neighbors were bad!
CM, I think I already have that 1030 stitch book by Mon Tricot. I remember buying literally everything published by it, and the "1030" just rang a bell with me. Fortunately, all those knitting and crocheting books and magazines are behind a big pile of "stuff" that needs to be sorted and donated, or I'd be getting out the book and planning all sorts of projects that I probably wouldn't finish during the caregiving days, or even during a blizzard which is a good time for sorting.
I still have a project on knitting needs; I think I started it at least 20 years ago!
I had forgotten that the UK has VAT taxes. Certainly makes the price of American goods less competitive in the UK.
Ah, CWillie, another person who's not enamoured of Internet shopping! I too must examine goods before I buy them, especially fabric. Some of the flannel and corduroy that came from a certain country in Asia was so thin and cheap it was more suitable for rags.
I meant to ask you...sometime back I mentioned the wonderful velour fleece sheets I bought for my father. What company, or store, do you buy them from? I've asked our local store if it will be ordering them again but have yet to receive an answer. I did track down the importer in NY, but haven't called them and expect that if I ask about distribution to local stores, I'll be told to search online.
Well, I say wasted. Actually I vented quite a lot of spleen at them and feel better for it. And the yarn holders are *beautiful* - heavy for their size so they won't skitter about the table and perfectly finished. Clever Mr. Shepherd!
I hope Prince Harry hasn't had to pay import duties on the very lovely Ms Markle. I wouldn't put it past these extortionist rat-bags to try it on...
And the same with Books.I want to hold my book,smell it,"gel" it at my own pace.I wouldn't want my books read to me on a Kindle.
Goods for export not taxed in US; VAT levied the second they set foot in the UK instead.
Bastards!!!
The name rang a bell but it looks as if it, along with others, has gone west alas. I also mourn the loss of Pingouin (there are still a few yarns being made under the brand name but it's a shadow of its former self and nobody's publishing its wonderful patterns) and Jaeger.
I had a ransom note this morning. Yarn holder has been arrested and is in custody at the Post Office's secret dungeon behind the railway station. They are demanding £27.74 with menaces that if I don't pay up within 21 calendar days it will be deported.
Which is a bit much, actually! Humph. I've already paid that much for international postage and at this rate the shipping will cost more than the item. I wonder if someone forgot to stick the right sticker on it in Chicago..?
There was this girl getting bullied and her cat went missing. Apparently, the bullies got her cat, gave it a bleach bath among other things, then threw it out their car window.
Then, sent her video of the whole incident.
Miraculously, the cat survived and is being cared for at the vet and they caught the scum that did it and even posted his stupid face on the news. Good! I hope karma bites him in the a**.
CWillie, I hate it when neighbors play such juvenile games over property lines. Most of them don't even understand what platted property is or that surveys delineate the property lines. One who fortunately died (he was a junkie and I believe was the one burglarized my house) thought the location of the trees marked property lines.
Those Fair Isle and Fisherman's knit patterns can be complicated, but they are so lovely.
CM, BTW, do you have access to any of the Mon Tricot knitting patterns? I used to buy them during the 1980s but haven't seen them in years. They had the most stunning patterns.