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[NicknamedBob]

"I have this problem of wanting to do whatever people ask me ..."

Practice this phrase, until it comes trippingly off the tongue at the slightest provocation -- as I do frequently when responding to my family's requests:

"NO! But just out of idle curiosity, what was it you wanted?"

[Monkey Face]

Oh, Bob! THAT is very clever!

May I use it?

[Tax-chick]

Norma is lady in her late 60s who was born in Puerto Rico but has lived in the U.S. most of her life. We’re supporting one another! (Another of our overcommitted ladies, Nilda, is in Puerto Rico dealing with Tenants From Hell.)

It’s not that we can’t show up for meetings and do something: it’s just the anxiety we have over doing it will enough. We need to remember that we’re just tiny cells in a big organism, and the results don’t really depend on us very much.

I just hope you’ll be well enough to visit! You need to go to the spine doctor!

[Tax-chick]

Once you know what they want, you’re committed.

[Monkey Face]

You and Norma need to realize that were you to be unavailable tomorrow, for any reason whatsoever, someone else could step in and take your places with a minimum of training.

Having anxiety about how much of what you can accomplish is a good measure of when you should make an exit. Your body is telling you things that you are trying to ignore. LISTEN to it!

I need to get the truck working or there will be no spine doctor on the 23. I now have no one to help me. Period. None of my neighbors drive, the bus takes far too long and I cannot afford a taxi that far. I can walk to the appointment on the 17th, and to Walmart, but coming home is something else again. From either place, the bus takes over 70 minutes to get to the nearest stop.

[Tax-chick]

How much to take the first step toward getting the truck fixed? I have some left from the money that was going to go for our trip to San Juan but ended up buying the boys a new car.

[Tax-chick]

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/bloggers/3332803/posts?page=1

[Monkey Face]

(That made me cry.)

[Monkey Face]

It is $50 for the diagnostic. I won’t know more until after I learn what part is needed, but it will be within a short time of the diagnosis. It is a fuel line problem and that can’t be disputed by anyone.

Once I get the part ($100+ ) I will know how long it will take to install. I would guess a total of about $250. Not sure of the labor. I may be able to find someone to do it for free. I will have to see what’s wrong, first.

[Tax-chick]

Now your nose will run!

[Tax-chick]

Got it.

[Monkey Face]

You have FReepmail.

[Tax-chick]

True, I did. I also have a pork and spinach sandwich with yellow mustard.

[Monkey Face]

And I am soon off to bed. I still need to take my evening pills, and that is NOT a good sign. I should have taken them an hour ago.

Now it will take forever for me to fall asleep... :o[

[Tax-chick]

I’m hoping for a restful night, myself! Kathleen has learned that she can get up a dozen times if she says she needs to go to the bathroom. At least she didn’t have a puddle this morning.

[NicknamedBob]

"May I use it?"

Of course. The advantage of the formulation is that it posits the refusal with great force, then it tempers it slightly with a mild but unconvincing sincerity.

It at least has the advantage of requiring one's supplicants to couch their requested boon in the properly respectful tones, even if it's still going to cost the same amount.

[Tax-chick]

Today's wild-whiskered baby is the sister of yesterday's.

[Gefn]

Floodly kitty has the wildest eyelashes I’ve ever seen.

Happy Friday! TGIF

[Covenantor]

[Gefn]

See 2359.

Looks like D when he was a baby,