We are trying a new membership plugin, which will NOT let anybody post until I’ve approved the membership: this happens within 24 hours unless we’re on the road or sick or having computer trouble. We don’t know if we’ll keep this…but it shows promise of cutting down MY job of tossing out these ‘bots by the half dozen every time I log on. A pox on them, I say, but let me see if this works.
Meanwhile Jane link to Jane’s pagehas some lovely cute baby koi pix up, and some interesting posts…
She is trying the same thing…so bear with us if you’re new. We’ll get this worked out.
I am so sorry about the handbags.
I had, for a brief moment, a vision of Jago in a human store, looking at handbags — and of Bren’s Atevi shopping.
There are some things you really shouldn’t think about.
Every girl has to have somewhere to keep her “tools of the trade” while she’s “out and about”. 😉
One would think that Jago-ji would use some sort of Messenger bag.
Can you imagine Bren trying to shop for a birthday or a Christmas present for Jago? Hmmm, what size is she? Would she look good in this? Would she like these? Since atevi lords don’t wear neckties, at least Bren doesn’t have to worry about getting one every Christmas or birthday…..LOL….
Jago may—may, I say—have a small penchant for sparkly things, but she won’t wear them. Bren’s her sparkly thing. 😉
Jago is a very practical woman. Sparklies are easy to lose, and too obvious to wear during covert operations; Jago is very rarely ‘off duty’. Bren, OTOH, undoubtedly has an extensive collection of lace cravats and whatnot. I approve of the Atevi habit of giving floral arrangements as gifts. It means that one is not expected to keep them around ad nauseam!
Not surprised at the names. The fins are so pretty against the water. May all their numbers be fortunate.
Jago’s handbag is black leather, about 3′ long, 2′ wide, and weighs about 70 lbs…
It’s a good thing she’s a big lady!
One-handed and overhead, easy.
And the program nabbed one this morning–only one. But he was definitely a bad ‘un and he is now toast.
Deleting a member is a multistep process and locating them requires about 3 separate steps, so it really is a time-saver, to have them all in one basket. We’ll have to see, re our next REAL new member, whether it’s easy to winnow them out of the ‘space ’em’ basket.
Stuck on the ‘set point’ of 192 lbs for 4 days now, no matter than I’m not eating enough to support the ‘me’ that now is. My theory is ‘feed the person you want to be’, and right now I’m not sure what I’m eating would be remotely enough for a person weighing 143. But—ultimately the ‘point’ is going to break, and quite often the weight drops more than one pound after crashing through a ‘set point.’ Looking forward to this. Feeding a 143 pound person while carrying around 192 lbs is sort of like having a 50 lb knapsack on your back. Energy flags before meals. But I’m not cheating on the diet. Same-old same-old, morning omelet, noon salad, 1 oz dressing, evening frozen dinner, plus vitamin and mineral supplements.
I’ll get through it.
Got another baddie.
You know the little old lady character who whaps offensive persons with her handbag? Mental picture I just had.
Gladys Ormsby, as played by Ruth Buzzi.
I loved her. We had an elderly lady have more than 15 minutes of fame in a Baltimore alley when I lived there. Police responding to neighbor alerts arrived on the run to discover this lady jabbing the daylights out of a fallen purse snatcher with her very pointy umbrella. According to the news reports the felon was screaming for rescue.
That reminds me of this news story from a few years ago: link to Youtube.
Love it!
Looked like Italy. I saw an elderly Italian woman in Napoli traffic assault a car that was crowding her with little jumps at a traffic light, didn’t like her slow progress. She turned around and with her folded parasol, belabored that car across the hood no less than 8-10 times in blows John Henry would have approved before tottering placidly on her way across the street.
Aging is STILL not for wimps. Usually if one makes it to an age where one might be considered venerable, one has sufficient toughness and guile that the up and coming generation should be wary! Witness Ilisidi.
Oh, I wasn’t saying Jago buying one. Just the whole idea of her in a store trying to figure out human stuff. Cute bags with flower patterns and too small for any decent arsenal.
We are in the midst of a snow storm. Sigh.
Obviously that store doesn’t sell purses like my BFF’s. It’s the size of a small suitcase and she pulls the most astonishing things out of it.
No snow storm here. Betcha money we hit 90 today. Of course, it’s only supposed to get to 56 tomorrow. . .
Naturally, we refer to it as her “bag of tricks” . . .
A lady of my acquaintance had one of those. From time to time we might go somewhere and there was always a five minute delay while she dug thru it looking for her keys. I bought her a keychain, with a tennis ball for a fob. 😉 No more problems.
Jago would be the first to admit that one often needs to carry more than would fit in a pocket; however, she would want to have her limbs free and her center of balance unaffected.
My purse? I bought it at a Love’s Truck Stop, lovely real black leather, silver studs, dozens of pockets, handles and shoulder strap, motorcycle chic.
I decorate it with plastic pull tags, large ones, figures of Kenpachi and Byakuya, of Bleach fame.
And I attach my half pound of keys, which involve keys to places where we no longer live, which have, additionally, a flashlight, a magnifying glass and a tape measure, by a large purple carabiner, to the D ring that holds the shoulder strap.
Don’t even ask about the contents. But it’s heavy.
They tell me those keys can devastate a car’s ignition, but I’ve had this bad habit for 50 years and haven’t devastated one yet.
I just object to them constantly hitting my knee on long drives. Instead, I have this bowl of ‘what does this go to’ keys.
There were several keys in the little drawer under the flour-sifter in my mother’s Hoosier cabinet. One of them got matched up with its ignition switch, in my father’s old car.
One thing I learned was to not put anything else on the ring with the car key. It guarantees losing either the attached item or the keys themselves.
Does Jane call your key ring ‘the chatelaine’?