Yeah, I know how it feels, Mags. Hard to take much delight in photo things when you can't see properly. People have worse eyesight difficulties than I, but things can still feel like I'm trying to play the piano wearing mittens.
Originally posted by Rupert Damn interesting Ratlady.....I think I've been to places like that or similar.....anyhow, for sure I have known the crazy lady. I had a customer once, years ago, a Mrs Parker, very nice lady, but in her case the world was full of angels...that only she could see. She was constantly following me around as I worked and advising me not to sit here or there, not to make too much noise, and not to use any foul language, not even "dang it" because angels were watching my every move. I once told her I was afraid we dropped a water heater on one of her angels and it sent her into a panic of more proportion than I bargained for...never did that again!
Best Regards!
Get the damn car fixed! Find out what is wrong and let us know.....we might be able to help you get out of there before you are discovered as the witch they are searching for!
I can't 'go get the car fixed.' I can barely go get groceries. If I can afford the parts and order them or some of them in the right combination at the right time if and when I can do that, I may be able to fix. Just hauling the car a mile to people who have deceived me before (More importantly, my sweetie, who they got to wite a check for my entire vehicle budget *while* they delayed me getting the inspection report I paid for before purchase. In the process of said inspection, they managed to wave a lot of crosses but fail to notice all the dambn *sidewall patches* they put in. This is what prevented me from having a 1200 vehicle wwith my skills and a 1300 dollar parts budget, instead of having a 1600 vehicle needing new tires and no parts. One outfit lied and that was literally half my share of what was left of our house downpayment after ten years odf something people round here don't happen to approve of. I don't know how to not say my situation is what it is without it being a banned topic, I geuss. I can't talk about why people qith gazillions of dollars have me in a basement in a place that they still just don't like me in. And no cash income, past spending 85 percent on rent and utility fees to live in a mildewey basement, dig?
And this is why I don't feel like I can talk about my life without trying to bite the whole South's heads off. No wonder they're all looking for someone to shoot or somethng. Which is usually me, actually, (That story I *just* kind of had to delete cause I'm just kind of getting too old to try and take care of people that are simultaneously try to save me, blesss me, 'dayum me to heyul,' expect me to talk them down from burnbing down their own place, never mind me, while of course praising guess-who and blaming everything bad in their life on.. guess who. Maybe that was just a throwback to my past of liking to think I'm more than just street people with a lease.. but I *am* street people with a lease. They keep trying to dump people who belong in institutions in my own neighborhood in this place. Which shouldn't have to be. )
Anyway, yes, I could use help. I need some a) D-76. I've literally been staring at a box of Diafine for years and just can't convince myself developer's in there. b) Also fuel pump parts for a 1994 Volvo wagon.Probably just a motor, strainging cloth, and maybe a main seal,. but I'm humiliated to admit I can't quite figure out to order things so I can afford them cause Amazom makes a lousy partts catalog, and by the time I can put one piece in an order it's gone away or changed betwen times I can be confident my account can cover them,. c) Anything that will help control moisture in this place cause after years I only fall further behind and get sicker
it's.. hard to say that, cause a few years ago I was kind of trying to hang onto some pride about being at least being able to hang onto a basement. And.. . I can't. I definitely do not have the physical reserve to go back to the streets, neve mind ones here. Not being tweny years older. Been here years, can't even afford a damn gasket. Nevermind developer. Crazy lady wanting to burn me to death without knowing it was like the 'at least someone's alive that I can do something about' part of this place. Gods.
Anyway. Sorry to drama about it, but I could actually use help. I've spent a couple few how-many- years trying to work it out and I can't do it.
So I said it.