Isolated Blurt Thread

[ThatsTheGuy]

I'm not here to blurt anything special. It's just really kewl to see at least 1 voice of sanity in this world of......whatever this world is.

 

[ThatsTheGuy]

I have finally accepted that I have retired as a secondhand bookdealer. I have been continuously listed in the UK trade directories for 23 years. I have just asked for my entry to be deleted from the next edition.

I was working as an assistant in someone else's bookshop for 5 years before I started on my own. But now? I've finally retired.

I still have 5,000 or so books in our personal library.

And what shall you do w/whatever is left?

Congratulations oggbashan.

 

[MagicaPractica]

Sigh. Another rejection for the list. You'd think I'd be used to this by now but, somehow, I still got my hopes up again. Damn.

 

[Handley_Page]

No, they flat out admitted, "We accidentally sent it to Illinois because that's where the field office is. It happens fairly regularly. You'd think someone would check the address that's on top of every single form."

*facepalm*

It's an electronic transfer from the field office to the disability determination office, not a postal transfer. Supposed to be in the right hands now.

Restored my faith in the failure of government bureaucracy after that disturbing excess of efficiency at the BMV.

It sounded like a deliberate attempt to help out the Postal Service finances. ??

Sigh. Another rejection for the list. You'd think I'd be used to this by now but, somehow, I still got my hopes up again. Damn.

Sympathy, Mags, but many Authors have had a huge pile of rejection slips.

 

[where_is_RUTH]

Hiatus. Sucks. Come play.

 

[Handley_Page]

Hiatus. Sucks. Come play.

Sorry; no keyboard. . .

 

[where_is_RUTH]

Sorry; no keyboard. . .

Old time bump from the naked party.

 

[where_is_RUTH]

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=484815&page=545

Was this thread reincarnated?

 

[oggbashan]

And what shall you do w/whatever is left?

Congratulations oggbashan.

Read them - again.

By the time I closed my shop I had donated seven tons of books to the National Trust locally.

Last weekend they had a book sale event there. They still had a ton of my books left - more than a decade after my shop closed. I have donated another half ton in the interim.

 

[_Lynn_]

Just when you think things are going right, something pops up to say you're wrong.

 

[Handley_Page]

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=484815&page=545

Was this thread reincarnated?

I don't think so, but please feel free to kick off with a new edition. Don't forget to quote the first entry so we all know what's going on.

Just when you think things are going right, something pops up to say you're wrong.

You OK, Lady ?

 

[ThatsTheGuy]

Read them - again.

By the time I closed my shop I had donated seven tons of books to the National Trust locally.

Last weekend they had a book sale event there. They still had a ton of my books left - more than a decade after my shop closed. I have donated another half ton in the interim.

It's funny how that sort of thing happens.

A few days ago, I was in this knick knack store that donates all of it's profits to drug and alcohol rehab victims. I've spoken at that rehab center before. Things are amazingly cheap and it's for a worthy cause. I came across some old coke bottle collectables that looked familiar.

The donor happened to be there and dropped them off in hopes they could be useful in some way. During the discussion, I learned the donator had actually got them from his parents and his parents had gotten them from my dad.

The old coke bottles were once mine when I was collecting. Long after I moved from home, my dad calls me complaining about having too much junk in the house. He knew I valued them and asked if he should save them. I told him to get rid of them or do whatever he thought best.

My mother loves to read and takes her discards to the local library in exchange for others. 1 of my uncles mends old books by hand. He collects books he never reads.

 

[ThatsTheGuy]

I've become quite the chatterbox lately. But I'm having so much fun!

 

[carsonshepherd]

In the story of my life, my most important defining relationships are not romantic. My friends are the ones I'm most passionate about. What does that say about me? I don't know but maybe in my second 40+ years I'll figure it out.

 

[TxRad]

In the story of my life, my most important defining relationships are not romantic. My friends are the ones I'm most passionate about. What does that say about me? I don't know but maybe in my second 40+ years I'll figure it out.

As someone who is closing in on their third 40 years, I can say, friends are a good measure of how well you have lived. More than one handful of good friends is doing well. Lovers come and go but friends are for a lifetime. So I'd say you are doing well.

Good to see you around. You still have friends here.

 

[_Lynn_]

You OK, Lady ?

Check your e-mail.

As someone who is closing in on their third 40 years, I can say, friends are a good measure of how well you have lived. More than one handful of good friends is doing well. Lovers come and go but friends are for a lifetime. So I'd say you are doing well.

Good to see you around. You still have friends here.

I guess I'm not doing so good then.

 

[TxRad]

I guess I'm not doing so good then.

You would be surprised at the number of friends you do have.

 

[MagicaPractica]

I guess I'm not doing so good then.

I've always wanted to have a best friend, but that never seems to be my lot in life. They move away, or they just feel closer to someone else for some reason. Hell, my own husband can't seem to open up to me. Maybe I'm just too weird, I don't know. But I have a writer's group and they appreciate me. I'm grateful for that.

"When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings"

 

[_Lynn_]

You would be surprised at the number of friends you do have.

It was a hellish day I hope I never have to go through again. Makes everything look worse.

I've always wanted to have a best friend, but that never seems to be my lot in life. They move away, or they just feel closer to someone else for some reason. Hell, my own husband can't seem to open up to me. Maybe I'm just too weird, I don't know. But I have a writer's group and they appreciate me. I'm grateful for that.

"When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings"

Same here. My background isolated me from others. Or maybe I stayed away because of that background. And now I find I don't have the same interests as others my age.


Thank you, for that.

 

[where_is_RUTH]

A-Z not hard. Just didn't read the title. Good job I'm not stupid

 

[Handley_Page]

Check your e-mail.

I guess I'm not doing so good then.

[See your PM in-box]

You would be surprised at the number of friends you do have.

Amen to that.

 

[ThatsTheGuy]

Then I blinked and she was gone. Again. That smirk in that "gotcha" sort of way. Do ghosts really exist? You've never been here. Come on baby. Be here or be gone.

 

[TheeGoatPig]

I have an idea of what friendship is. Someone that will find time to spend with you when you need someone to talk to. Someone that will help you out when you need it. Someone that you would do the same for.

I have been a friend to a few people.

I have no idea what it feels like to have a real friend.

 

[where_is_RUTH]

Pay the Man

Go to work

 

[oggbashan]

Car ... Grr!

The local rail service was suspended today for engineering works. I had to take my daughter and granddaughter to the nearest station that was operating - 25 miles away. I used my more modern Volvo estate because it is more comfortable for a longer drive.

Halfway there a warning light came on 'Battery Voltage Low'. I knew what that meant. The alternator had failed. I drove on, carefully. At 15 miles the speedometer stopped working. Five miles later most of the warning lights were showing - ABS, Airbag, brakes etc. One mile from the station the warning message and warning lights began to dim and the car was slowing. By the time I drove into the station car park the engine was faltering and the indicators didn't work.

The car died completely twenty feet from the parking space. That meant that the power steering and power brakes weren't working either. Wife and daughter pushed the car into the parking space because neither of them could turn the steering.

Daughter and granddaughter caught their train. We were immobile in the station car park.

I called the auto rescue service. They arrived within forty minutes despite having been told I was 'in a car park in (town name omitted)'. The town has fifteen car parks. I had told the despatcher 'STATION car park'. The mechanic rang my mobile and I was able to direct him to the Station Car Park and where in that car park.

He confirmed my diagnosis. The alternator had failed and I had been driving on the battery. He swapped my now discharged battery for another and followed me all the way back home, where he changed batteries again. The warning 'Battery Voltage Low' had come back on again when I was fifty yards from home.

I'm using my older car this evening. It might have travelled 150,000 more miles
but it's more reliable!