Happy Birthday, Chloé
Nate
your sudden departure. Not that I'm a fixture here, or a participant in any
meaningful sense of the word, but even I've noticed the void left by your
absence from this seldom-visited place. Your cryptic message had an air of
finality to it. I hope it was a choice you made, and not a choice thrust
upon you by a confluence of tragic events in your life. I know Eat Eat was
very ill. Not to sound purposefully morbid, but I suspect Eat Eat has
passed and that his passing must have been terribly difficult for you to
bear.
It is a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, hope, dream:
to be--
to be,
And! to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
and
a holy thing,
a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
'Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing,
to love
what death has touched.
--Anonymous
I pray you have shelter, food, loving company and contentment on your
birthday and all other days as well.
Nate
sumire
Many of us have tried to reach her
in several ways but up to now
there has not been any news.
I'm sending her a birthday card.
Maybe she is grieving, then she
might need a little cheer-up.
Hopefully she is happy,
then she might need a reminder.
Sumi
Nate
"sumire" <sumire_...@nospam.yahoo.co.uk> wrote in message
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Thank you.
I hope anyone with news will post it (with Chloé's permission, of course).
David
Your presence has been missed. I hope you received my cards.
Love,
David
Eleonore Beaudoin
Thanks, Nate.
Thanks for Being:)
It's always refreshing in the middle of a world tending to opt for
"showing" instead;-).
Eat-Eat is okay. That is, his good days are better than they were, if his
bad days can get as bad as before. Today was a bad day for him, but not the
worst he had...We had rain and his old bones hurt him.
Titan was extremely sick too for the longest time. I also found a baby
bird I tried to save a while ago. When it did not make it, I just
neary crumbled, if I did not literally do so. Vet bills were not helping
me much to afford a nighttime pet nurse and a day time Spa:). Exausted.
So many things happening here and there: work, family stuff with
the family of (pseudo) origin, the talk about possibly buying a house (my
cousin's) and my beign asked help to clean and clear the house of its
contents, when I was already so exausted...In the middle of fungus, mildew,
mice and rats droppings and cat poop all over the said house...
(The cat poop had been scraped and the floors washed, but the smell was
still too present...And the rodents droppings were kept fresh for me to
clean. Nothing to help me with the weak immune system, that! More
meds, more bills...(more, more!:)).
My painting this house here where I live on my own and not managing to do
much cause I choke even more on the paint fumes....
My taking time off work as supposed holidays to catch up in my own house
and to paint, and suddenly being way, way sicker, unable to do anything save
sleep around the clock (mwhahaha, I had writtren sleep
around the cock" instead of "clock" LOL:)) and being suddenly as
sick as *the* dog and bird...Yet having to stay up at night or get up many
times to take care of th pets..
The ganging up of women playign bullies at work, at the
cousin's house, in asl ....I looked forward to being done with the
cousin's housework, booked work holidays (a week only) and opted to leave
asl. No one was there anymore, all past friends seeming gone.
And what the ng offered at the time I could get anytime in RL: all I had to do
was be a good E.T. and call home, or go to work on weekends too:);-).
I am still quite fleh and blergh, but as the newsgroup scentist-wanna-be-would
-and did- put it, gossiping scientifically;-): "There is always
something (with me)". Of course there is, Einstein: I have an immune system
genetic condition, gnnnduh:).
But oh well...Such are scientist: they apparently started out as monkeys, you
know....?;-):)
Kiddo was "bride's man" at the wedding of his best female friend today.
She wanted him as her best man, while the groom is the one getting a best
man. So they made him "bride's man".
Since he found such a good excuse to miss my real bday;-), he instead
came to visit yesterday and have lunch with me between the
tux try-on and the wedding rehearsal, and the driving the bride and maids
everywhere from hairdresser and dresser and manucurists...The works.
Was a nice moment. I was lucky I only caughed a bit then... Life gave me a
sort break a the right time:).
He offered me a CAA (car assocation) membership card, and a pressure cooker,
two things he knew I wanted...From now on, if I get stranded on a road
with a car breakdown, I "explode" the pressure cooker and count that
this will make someone call the cops who then will dial the CAA for
me;-). My solution until I get a cell phone:).
I ended up with a surplus on this paycheck after tightening the belt to try
and make ends meet. I bought washable carpets, 7 of them, anti-slide, for
EatEat. He falls too often, slipping on the hardwood floor, and hurts his
old bones further. And this way, if he makes a mess, I can wash it without
having to rentone of those carpet machines. But the new carpets still
are in the car trunk. Did not want to paint over them....and did not end
the ceiling paint...so...One more awaiting task.
I am supposed to be back to work on Monday. I sure don't feel like I
physically can, but oh well... If scientists do it...How hard can it be? :))
I miss people able of humour so bad...
Yawn.................
Here goes again: Sleepy time.
Catch you later, maybe March 13...?:)
Just in case: my addie is wippee21atyaknowwhodotcom.
Thanks again for the wishes, and for the nice thoughts!
Chloe
Eleonore Beaudoin
I had your emails.
I'll try to answer when I can.
Sorry, energy fluctuates a lot, and is used up fast, if I get better each
day sicne two days or so...
Take care, and be patient.
No answer does not mean I forgot you, okay...?
Be well and safe,
Chloe
Eleonore Beaudoin
> Hey sis, happy birthday!
>
> Your presence has been missed. I hope you received my cards.
Hey there, lil chosen brother!
How are you?
No, I have not received cards, nor e-cards.None whatsoever at this time. In
fact, I did not even get a phone call from anyone.
The phone rang once, a few days ago, but it was a
wrong number, the usual, for the grocery store. Oh yeah, it rang another
time: kiddo to tell me what time he would be arriving...
Before that, I did not realize when it rang that it was MY phone ringing.
The ringer was on low and the new phone sounded like it was some distant
alien ring...I'd get on the landing strip, ready to scream "Take THEM, take
THEM!" but no lights flashed above..I then concluded it must have been a
phone ringing on the tv...
You might not have my actual email addie, since you have not written to my
ebox in ages....
I am at wippee21atyahoodotcom.
Thank you for the bday wish and the nice coming cards!:)
May you still be there in my new year of life!
XX
Chloe
>
> Love,
>
> David
Nate
"Eleonore Beaudoin" <bc...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA> wrote in message
news:ee042h$4bd$1...@theodyn.ncf.ca...
>
> Thanks, Nate.
>
> Thanks for Being:)
> It's always refreshing in the middle of a world tending to opt for
> "showing" instead;-).
>
> Eat-Eat is okay. That is, his good days are better than they were, if his
> bad days can get as bad as before. Today was a bad day for him, but not
> the
> worst he had...We had rain and his old bones hurt him.
Happy days are here again! Chloé is back! And Eat Eat is okay! I
apologize for being such a grim reaper and thinking him likely deceased.
It's great see you back! It's now nearing midnight and I'm dog ;) tired.
I'll write more tomorrow.
Nate
David
It is GREAT to hear from you! You've not written here in a while either.
I didn't know you switched to com from ca. No wonder all my attempts
at email were bouncing. I just sent a message and it hasn't bounced.
Hopefully you'll get it.
I wish you the best and hope that you feel better soon. That sounds
like a lot to handle.
Talk to you soon,
David
On Sun, 10 Sep 2006 04:47:02 UTC, bc...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Eleonore Beaudoin)
wrote:
sumire
worrying! You have been missed,
as you might have seen.
Take care, you!
Sumi
anna graham
Welcome back Chloé.
ag
--
Make me sweet again, Fragrant and fresh
and wild, And thankful for any small event.
Nate
"Eleonore Beaudoin" <bc...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA> wrote in message
news:ee042h$4bd$1...@theodyn.ncf.ca...
>
It's a relief to hear that you left because you were worn down by real life
and disenchanted with the news group, and not because of some catastrophic
event like an accident or something.
You don't seem enthused by the prospect of purchasing your cousin's house.
Sounds like it needs a lot of work, and I'm guessing it's probably more than
just the stubborn odors. It might make a great place for somebody with the
time, energy, money, and skill to transform it into something a notch or two
better than a "fixer upper."
Family kind of a pain? The Mormons say "Families are Forever," even
though, strictly speaking, they don't really mean it. What they do mean is
that if you follow a comprensive set of of rules you get to spend eternity
(after you die) in the high rent district with all your family members who
also followed the rules. Those who didn't follow all the rules, but
neverthless suppressed the urge to bludgeon the missionaries to death and
hide their bodies under the floorboards on the day they came around at 7am
after a night of heavy drinking, get sent to more of a Motel 6 kind of place
where the cable TV cuts out intermittently during your favorite shows, the
showers are cold, and the sheets are only changed once a month. All in all,
not the Bataan death march, but not the kind of place you'd want to spend
eternity either.
The thing that puzzles me is their use of "Families are Forever" as if it
serves as some sort of irresistible inducement to follow all the rules
because the thought of never seeing Uncle Hank (heavy guy, smells like
mothballs, chronic halitosis, falls asleep after Thanksgiving dinner, loud
breather, continued to do the "gotyer nose" trick until you were 25) again
is unbearable. If "Families are Forever" is such a great idea, why is it
children grow up and move the hell away from their parents? Why is it that
just as soon as our society became sufficiently affluent we abandoned all
that extended-family-living-under-one-roof business? I really think God
needs to re-think this one;)
I think a comedienne I saw on TV recently put it best. She said "I'd rather
have a nuclear weapon lodged up my ass than spend a month with my mother."
She actually said that, on network television. She said it within the
context of a standup routine she was doing about adult siblings and aging
parents and which sibling has to take care of the parents when their health
starts failing. It was really very funny.
I hope Titan didn't get sick 'cause she missed pecking my head;) Maybe you
remember, one night she just got fed up with me sitting at the computer next
to where she was sitting on her eggs and rared up and flew at my face, so I
ducked and covered and she got right on my head and started pecking at my
scalp. So I sort of extracted her from my head and abandoned the computer
room so she could have it all to herself. You didn't witness this, but I
probably told you the next day. It sort of reminded me of gathering eggs
from the hens as a child. Those hens could peck hard.
Scientists started as monkeys? No, scientists were deposited on Earth by
UFOs along with Dinosaur bones to confuse us;) Monkeys have tails, don't
they? So you can always tell a scientist from a non-scientist by the
vestigial tail? I don't recall hearing anything about Einstien having a
tail. We better hope they (scientists, not dinosaur bones) get a hell of a
lot smarter than monkeys really fast and invent a source of energy that's
not buried under the sand in the Middle East and doesn't produce as a
byproduct of its use carbon dioxide or our standard of living's going to
take a huge hit.
I didn't know a bride had a best man. Ideally, the bride's best man would
be her fiancee, I would think. I thought the bride had bridesmaids and a
father to "give her away," and the groom had a best man. Neither, to the
best of my knowledge, has a vestigial tail. I'm never getting married if
they keep changing the rules like this.
:)) So the combination CAA membership and pressure cooker obviates the need
for a cellphone. Very clever. Now if you were in the CIA you could just
take off your shoe phone and dial the CAA number.
You're painting your ceiling? Ack! I'd rather have a yada yada yada shoved
up my yada yada yada than paint a ceiling. What color? You know, red,
green, black, white, off-white, blue, beige, peach? Don't give me any of
this Peruvian Mist shit;) 'Cause I don't know what the hell color Peruvian
Mist is;) Maybe you could rent one of those pressure sprayers so you
wouldn't have to get up there with a roller? Maybe that's what you're doing
already.
It's great to hear you're not in a real bad state of affairs, even if things
could always be better. Things could always be better, I guess. I'd help
you with the ceiling but, holy god, you're a long way from here.
Good luck with Monday.
Nate
Eleonore Beaudoin
> "Eleonore Beaudoin" <bc...@FreeNet.Carleton.CA> wrote in message
> news:ee042h$4bd$1...@theodyn.ncf.ca...
>>
>
> It's a relief to hear that you left because you were worn down by real life
> and disenchanted with the news group, and not because of some catastrophic
> event like an accident or something.
>
> You don't seem enthused by the prospect of purchasing your cousin's house.
> Sounds like it needs a lot of work, and I'm guessing it's probably more than
> just the stubborn odors. It might make a great place for somebody with the
> time, energy, money, and skill to transform it into something a notch or two
> better than a "fixer upper."
>
> Family kind of a pain? The Mormons say "Families are Forever," even
> though, strictly speaking, they don't really mean it. What they do mean is
> that if you follow a comprensive set of of rules you get to spend eternity
> (after you die) in the high rent district with all your family members who
> also followed the rules. Those who didn't follow all the rules, but
> neverthless suppressed the urge to bludgeon the missionaries to death and
> hide their bodies under the floorboards on the day they came around at 7am
> after a night of heavy drinking, get sent to more of a Motel 6 kind of place
> where the cable TV cuts out intermittently during your favorite shows, the
> showers are cold, and the sheets are only changed once a month. All in all,
> not the Bataan death march, but not the kind of place you'd want to spend
> eternity either.
Soundslike where I am now;-)
>
> The thing that puzzles me is their use of "Families are Forever" as if it
> serves as some sort of irresistible inducement to follow all the rules
> because the thought of never seeing Uncle Hank (heavy guy, smells like
> mothballs, chronic halitosis, falls asleep after Thanksgiving dinner, loud
> breather, continued to do the "gotyer nose" trick until you were 25) again
> is unbearable. If "Families are Forever" is such a great idea, why is it
> children grow up and move the hell away from their parents? Why is it that
> just as soon as our society became sufficiently affluent we abandoned all
> that extended-family-living-under-one-roof business? I really think God
> needs to re-think this one;)
>
> I think a comedienne I saw on TV recently put it best. She said "I'd rather
> have a nuclear weapon lodged up my ass than spend a month with my mother."
> She actually said that, on network television. She said it within the
> context of a standup routine she was doing about adult siblings and aging
> parents and which sibling has to take care of the parents when their health
> starts failing. It was really very funny.
>
> I hope Titan didn't get sick 'cause she missed pecking my head;) Maybe you
> remember, one night she just got fed up with me sitting at the computer next
> to where she was sitting on her eggs and rared up and flew at my face, so I
> ducked and covered and she got right on my head and started pecking at my
> scalp. So I sort of extracted her from my head and abandoned the computer
> room so she could have it all to herself. You didn't witness this, but I
> probably told you the next day. It sort of reminded me of gathering eggs
> from the hens as a child. Those hens could peck hard.
No, I did not remember.......She does that to kiddo too...Only me does she
accept in the puter room when she has eggs, and even then: I better not wear
clothes she does not know well, nor tie my hair with an elastic as she
then thinks I have a snake in my hair and attacks it viciously, beaking the
elastic and my neck with it. HURTS! Steve Irwin was luclky he never met
her!;-):)
I did not remember you visited since I had Titan! I thought reading you
at firt that surely you meant Thcip Thcip. But Thcip Tchip never had
eggs....Must have been a male;-)
>
> Scientists started as monkeys? No, scientists were deposited on Earth by
> UFOs along with Dinosaur bones to confuse us;) Monkeys have tails, don't
> they? So you can always tell a scientist from a non-scientist by the
> vestigial tail? I don't recall hearing anything about Einstien having a
> tail. We better hope they (scientists, not dinosaur bones) get a hell of a
> lot smarter than monkeys really fast and invent a source of energy that's
> not buried under the sand in the Middle East and doesn't produce as a
> byproduct of its use carbon dioxide or our standard of living's going to
> take a huge hit.
The last they came up with for an energy source was the wind...Deja vu.
Not bad for monkeys, one would want to think...
> > I didn't know a bride had a best man. Ideally, the bride's best man would
> be her fiancee, I would think.
Yeah. Rater funny.
I think normally they are called ushers (sp?)....
But they made it "bride's man" instead. Maybe they did not want him to
ush her...? .
Kiddo was sort of self conscious of his long feet wiht those baggie pants
that get narrower at the ankle...Then he learned he was to be the one
walking in the church first....Mpft:)
He said that of all weddings he saw, that one was the perfect one, ceremony,
decorations, bride, dress, her hair, everything.
He was quite moved throughout it, he said...
I thought the bride had bridesmaids and a
> father to "give her away," and the groom had a best man. Neither, to the
> best of my knowledge, has a vestigial tail. I'm never getting married if
> they keep changing the rules like this.
:) Any excuse will do:)
>
> :)) So the combination CAA membership and pressure cooker obviates the need
> for a cellphone. Very clever. Now if you were in the CIA you could just
> take off your shoe phone and dial the CAA number.
I ever so often feel like picking my shoe and going "Hello?", when in an
elevator where a cell phone rings and the person does not answer....One day
I might just do it. When I am sure no one would faint from the shoe
smell...;-)
>
> You're painting your ceiling? Ack! I'd rather have a yada yada yada shoved
> up my yada yada yada than paint a ceiling.
LOL:)
What color? You know, red,
> green, black, white, off-white, blue, beige, peach? Don't give me any of
> this Peruvian Mist shit;) 'Cause I don't know what the hell color Peruvian
> Mist is;) Maybe you could rent one of those pressure sprayers so you
> wouldn't have to get up there with a roller? Maybe that's what you're doing
> already.
No, using a roller and brush.
I was told that if for an indoors job, was not worth renting the equipment...
Riiight.
It is white again. Just painting over the yellowed white. Boring at it that
is.
>
> It's great to hear you're not in a real bad state of affairs, even if things
> could always be better. Things could always be better, I guess. I'd help
> you with the ceiling but, holy god, you're a long way from here.
Excuses, excuses!;-)
Would have been so nice to get help!
Kiddo helped with the washroom (now orchid white, which means light
creamy pink, but
nice it is, Not looking pinkish, soft and nice it is) and the puter room.
That one was to be Honeycomb Dew on three walls and a darker shade of the
same sort of thing on the fourth. Unfortunately the darker shade ended up
looking exactly like the honyecomb dew, and all four walls then look
alike in the pc room. But thank Goodness, the honeycomb dew is not bad.
That is a mix of custard and light mustard.
Worse if eaten, I am sure:).
> > Good luck with Monday. > > Nate >
Thanks!
Sorry for not having answered all the good humour:)
Had a hard time with family once more, as they had decided to make me a
party to sort of try and void the mean cruel things they did all month....
Only, I did not want to go to the farm, nah, and they had to let me knw it
was a surpise party, cause I was not going, nah!
As I learned, I cried for two hours. Hello nightmare! Just thinking "Oh god,
why, why why? Torture for my bday!:(:("...I just cried and cried, nightmare
time....
But I managed to get a hold of my tear plugs, and to shwoer and go, if
backwards,knowing mom did this so I would forgive her, so she could feel
she had sort of done something nice to try and compensate for the mean
stuff she did to me these last weeks, her and all of them. Was really a
cruelty month, Nate....Rough family I have....
It was a nice moment though, as I saw mom was so near tears to see I had
made it, and hugged me like there was no tomorrow. You always wonder then if
she will have a tomorrow, beign 83, and that was why I decided I would go....
As much as I did not feel like it at all, I thought maybe in time I would
think or feel differently but it woudl be too late....
She must have felt very very guilty as she not only offered me many
presents, but could not wait to show me the last, asking me to please
follow them outdoors. One of my sisters had got her vehicle closer to the
house, and inside was...a dishwasher!!! Used, but very nice, and a Maytagat
it!
I almost staretd crying again. Not of sheer joy so much as of thinking "why
must they be nice after theyare their meanest? Gawd...Why why why be so
mean and cruel...Do they have any idea???It sours everything else..."....And
yet thinking of how
exausted I was , I was saying that that would help me ever so much!Wit Graves,
getting my hands in hot water and standing up doing the dishes is a killer...
And I only have the one sink downstairs, and each time I need to wash
somethig or clean the floors, the aquarium, etc, I always have to do the
dishes first, which gets to be sooo annying....
Now the sink can be free: I can start with cleaning whatever I want, nah!
And not be dead exausted from the heat of the hot water on my hands and the
standing up, and be able to get to something else than the dang dishes all
the time.
Got hoem with Fran and Marge helping me getting the dishwasher in..
It is now 11:17 P.. and I dont know if I will be able to kick mysel hard
enough in the rear end to get to work tomorrow. I really am so exausted, it
might be a burn out.....Dunno.
Glad I went at the farm for mom anyway. She felt so bad and did not know
how to make it
so she could look me in the eyes again after all she did to me recently, with
the house situation. She was shaking, so moved she was that I went anyway....
Half the presents were said to be "Xmas in July". Once back here, I found
a lil note at the bottom of one of the bags saying "Xmas in July...Cause we
never know....", meaning she thought she maybe would not be here still for
XMass....:(. She told me a few months ago that something told her she would
die in December or January, that this was her last year...
"When my life insurances run out and I get new ones...I dunno it is
just like I'd somehow 'know" so..."...
It scared me as it was as if she was wanting to die either before the
insurances expired, or to get some that would "leave you all more money so I
can be good for something still:(!", she said....
-Aw, mom,we will always need a mom so so so much more than we will ever
ever need money! Nothing replaces a mom! No amount! Nothing!
-It,s okay,really...I dunno, I just ...have this feeling, knowledge almost, as
if it was going to be so...."...
She said it so calmly that it scared me even more...
..(
So hard times might just be starting, if you
see wat I mean....
And I am at ground zero as it is....Life, huh?
Must go beddy bed......
Dunno how on earth I will make it to work tomorrow wiht such puffed eyes....
Thanks again for your wordsand the humour. If not answered, it was read
avidly:)
Chloe
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there that should cover the next 365 days
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>
Eleonore Beaudoin
Thank you.
> <snip>
> Welcome back Chloé.