Wash: Mal, your dead army buddy's on the bridge! Zoe: He ain't dead. Wash: Oh.

'The Message'


Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


msbelle - Nov 25, 2016 2:04:39 pm PST #2811 of 30002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I had planned to put up mom's tree today and decorate it, but since being here I realize it would be in the way with dad's PT.


WindSparrow - Nov 25, 2016 3:44:42 pm PST #2812 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

So boss lady was supposed to meet me at my location to do some training this morning. On her way, she calls me to tell me that there has been a medical emergency at one of the other houses and she's going to be late. So of course I understand, and say, "I hope whoever is on the mend soon."

"That's the thing. They didn't make it. And the house coordinator here has known that person for thirty years. I'm staying to comfort her."

Later on, after bosslady came for a whirlwind half hour, she got a phone call during the course of which her jaw drops. Her responses to whomever is on the other end were fairly non-commital, and because of confidentiality rules, there are some things that I am not entitled to know so I do not ask. However, I remembered that some aspects of confidentiality rules evaporate after a person's death, so I was just working up the nerve to ask the name of the person (I have met the people who live at that house at various events, so I was curious), when bosslady gets off the phone and says, "They got a pulse. There is no way of knowing yet if it will last, but they managed to resuscitate the person."

My jaw drops.

And I say, "And just when I was about to ask who it was. Good thing I didn't before."


Jesse - Nov 25, 2016 3:48:06 pm PST #2813 of 30002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Wow, Andi.


WindSparrow - Nov 25, 2016 4:18:52 pm PST #2814 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

IKR? After that, spending an hour on the phone with our IT department getting my new computer set up and online didn't faze me.


Sophia Brooks - Nov 25, 2016 4:31:42 pm PST #2815 of 30002
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

Holy Moses, Andi!

WRT Anne of Green Gables, I wish someone would do a good adaptation of The Five Little Peppers, or possibly The Boxcar Children. I loved them so much, and there are interesting boys and girls. pBS seems to have a Pollyanna adaptation, too.


Jesse - Nov 25, 2016 4:35:49 pm PST #2816 of 30002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

After that, spending an hour on the phone with our IT department getting my new computer set up and online didn't faze me.

Ha! Truth.


aurelia - Nov 25, 2016 5:11:04 pm PST #2817 of 30002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Wow, Andi!

I totally blew off Thanksgiving yesterday in favor of reading. As it was just me and the cats, I don't think anyone was upset by that. I did make a very tasty ginger, carrot and sweet potato soup today though.


Connie Neil - Nov 25, 2016 5:47:36 pm PST #2818 of 30002
brillig

Wow, I thought watching Lilo & Stitch for some light Friday evening entertainment was a good idea. I forgot about Hubby singing along to Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride and the whole "This is my family" thing. It's a good thing I don't own "Up." Damned animated kids movies.


sarameg - Nov 25, 2016 6:22:36 pm PST #2819 of 30002

My flight home transferred through Oakland today, and I realized I probably haven't been to the Bay Area since the early 80s (and I don't remember much from that trip, unsurprisingly.)

And I'm fighting a cold, I think.


WindSparrow - Nov 25, 2016 7:11:59 pm PST #2820 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Yeah, that would be a shredder, Connie.

sarameg, are you getting hit with cold after cold this year, or am I getting mixed up?