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Gender: Female
Home country: US
Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 09:15 PM
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About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives

For me, a rare brain flash regarding a McGyver solution

Several weeks ago the only electrical outlet in my master bathroom (100 yr-old house) got taken out by a power company surge or something. Anyway, I no longer have a way to heat the room at bathtime in the dead of winter because I don't like propane tanks of any size in the house and I couldn't make a candle/flowerpot rig because it takes 15 minutes to heat up and I'm a little afraid to leave any candle unattended even that long. Not willing to babysit it that long either while waiting for the rig to work. Can't afford those expensive camping heaters run by batteries.

So I spent the vast majority of the morning scouring the internet for solutions. Then I read about one setup that used heavy duty motor oil but it was heated by candles. Finally, after a good lunch and long nap to let things percolate, I awoke with a solution that should work safely although I'm reluctant to dedicate one of my precious collected small appliances to do it.

I'm adamant about making percolated coffee instead of drip. What I drink is more like espresso! Since I obviously can't afford the average price of a brand new 12-cup percolator - anywhere between $70-$100 - I latch onto every one I find at yard sales, etc. and save it for the sad day when the heating element wears out in the current one. At the moment I have 3 others waiting their turn! And a non-electric stovetop version (or 2) if I ever go through all the electric ones.

Anyway, as you've guessed by now, I've decided to buy a bottle of high-test motor oil and w/o the lid on, heat it in my oldest electric perc at a working outlet. Oh, and w/o the stem or basket too! Then I can put the lid back on and with a fair amount of safety move the pot to the bathroom. Since these pots aren't insulated, the hot oil should radiate what little extra heat the room might need. Luckily the room's directly above my downstairs heater, so w/o any extra help at all it stays in the lower 50's.

Of course I do plan to get the electric outlet fixed asap, but the friend who does that work for me won't be able to get to it before November at the earliest. He has a fulltime job and anything extra has to be worked in the rare free moments. His wife's my good friend, and anyone who thinks I'm going to try to jump ahead of her own kitchen renovation, they're not giving me any credit for what little sense I do have.

Meanwhile I'm content with my temporary solution.

Wow. Thanks. I guess I'm too young for the earlier era (the author's) and

too old for yours, maybe; since I didn't understand the reference. Awkward.

But I'm sure you have hit the nail on the head! Of course strict church folks in the 1800's weren't about to admit using spirits even as medicinals - although they commonly did. They'd need a suitable euphemism. Since whiskey plays such a large part in folk medicine, I'm sure that's what they did. Although of course for the kids it would be cut with a lot of sugar.

One time in the middle of nowhere without transportation late on Friday, I developed a terribly abscessed tooth. So I took a new bottle of whiskey and used it as a mouthwash which of course I swallowed. When I gradually figured out what it would take to stop the pain but leave me sober enough to take care of myself, that's the level I maintained. By the time Monday rolled around that bottle was gone gone gone, but I never really got drunk enough to matter and never had a hangover either. Monday in the dentist's chair was hell day for me!

Calling all antiquarians!

No, no, not aquarians.

For some inexplicable reason I'm fascinated with life in the 18th and 19th Centuries. So I know a considerable amount about period folkways; usually when some odd fact appears in a book, I can figure out the reason from the context. But this time I failed.

Just finished reading an excellent family history. Late 1800's, all the kids are in down with whooping cough. While Mom tends them, Dad goes to find a keg of nails. No explanation given though clearly it has to do with the illness in the family. But absolutely NO HINT about what he's going to do with that keg of nails or why they think it will do any good.

Anybody out there know what use people of that era would make of a keg of nails in regard to a childhood illness?

And who on earth actually, really thinks a white kid would've been gunned down

in the toy aisle for holding a TOY rifle? I'm not trying to derail the OP. All these murders are horrifying.

Thus OATS bus driver I used to go through such hell with is dead from natural causes now, btw. Strangest thing in the world, but people who are that horrible to me are usually dead within 5 years at the least. Has nothing to do with me. Their hate, which spills out on others just as much, is what kills them. Then I can more easily put them out of my mind.

But I swear I'll dance on Pig Boy's grave when he dies.

It'll probably be kiddie porn. Short Eyes takes Dominican Republic vacations because that's

a safe haven for him.

I'd like to see the hellish king of hate sue me for calling him Short Eyes.

One of the best pieces I've ever read on the subject. Congratulations.

You're in my prayers. I firmly believe that every person on earth winds up at that crossroads at least once in life, from one devastating shock or another. Nobody has any business judging another, because there's no way we can predict ahead how it will turn out for us when it comes. Anybody who says they never sincerely WANTED to die is either 3 years old, or a liar. More than once I've stood on the edge of that dark cliff due to crushing events myself, and I cannot say I personally had anything to do with still being here today.

Lots more are than we care to think about, especially when one of them pulls us over.

It's not just blacks they hate either. Maybe blacks most of all, but basically anyone who stands against them.

The 'best' of the 'good' slave owners still engaged in various evil practices,

in addition to the overall matter of enslavement of another. Where do people think all the mulattoes came from? As I imagine you already know, slaves sold as pregnant brought higher prices, so some of the slave traders kept them until they could guarantee that. Not to mention horny plantation owners and their sons and friends. That's one reason it's often said the white wives were the worst to cross, because they also knew why some slave babies were born lighter skinned. That's one reason they often sold the kids off at the earliest possible time, to remove that reminder from their presence.

How some people still romanticize the Old South and want to turn the country back to those days strikes me as sociopathic. But then I never liked conservatives much to begin with. Hundreds of thousands of the Irish were also sold into slavery, mostly in the Indies but also in America. There are many documents showing that southern planters also wanted to start a war with Mexico and expand slavery to include anyone of any group they could capture. So many of the Tea Baggers today espouse out-and-out slavery too - except for themselves, of course!

The old outhouses had to be dug out periodically. People also sprinkled wood ash to

keep down the smell and flies.

As to how much potable water the super tech toilets would produce, I have no idea except it would be related to input. I've also bookmarked an article about a new water bottle that draws moisture from the air; haven't had time to read it yet, but when I do I'll send you a link. I'm sure they'll have to step up desalinization of sea water too. I just hope we don't have to revive the Saturday night bath tradition.

Especially for prefab, they certainly do seem less expensive than the others, while

offering a bit more space. Glad you like the way they look. You can always build your own Tiny from scratch, but single little old ladies don't have that option. If anything ever happens and I need to re-shelter quickly, so far I prefer the arched cabins. We have many excellent Amish workers in the area to do the installation for a reasonable price.

For the amount of insurance I do have, I could easily get a 12x24 super-insulated, with all mechanical systems done, and nicely furnished (to my tastes anyway) yet still have a bit left over. You know how some people claim they can never find anything at rummage and yard sales etc.? I usually have to stay away to keep from coming home with another houseful of good stuff. I can't even walk/ride down the street on trash day w/o spotting goodies. Where do you think I picked up 4 perfectly good vacuum cleaners? Two for upstairs, two downstairs. All they needed was a little cleaning and oiling, maybe a new belt at most. 'Stuff' has always damn near followed me home.
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