h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

How's the wrist(s)?

There's been some improvement, but I don't feel cured by any means. It's been not quite 2 weeks, so I need to decide if I want to get another cortisone shot, or try to muddle through...

How ya doing?

It takes a while for the tendons to "knit" back together. So, don't rush too much to return to all the things that caused this in the first place. A google search yielded all sorts of alternative medicine suggestions such as B6 and cod liver oil.

I'm doing okay. Not much new here except trying to get the house ready for holiday company and such.

B6 and cod liver, eh? I might need to do some poking around... sounds like more fun than shots and surgery!

Company should be fun! My sis has been temporarily transferred to Pennsylvania for work, and I'm trying to get arrangements made to go visit her in a couple of weeks. Have never been that far east, so would be a kick to get over there!

Is Xena a pain when you clean? idgit either insists on going outside, or gets right in the middle of things, to be as in the way as possible...

One of the links about tendonitis (scroll down to the search window):

http://www.alternativemedicine.com

The company is my brother who is flying in from New York December 12.

There are some researchers around here from Pennsylvania. Maybe you could meet some of them while you are in their area.

I have never been on an airplane(never needed to go anywhere we couldn't drive to easier). I am considering flying to the UK next year. How many crossword puzzles, cds, sedatives etc. do you suggest for that flight?

Is Xena a pain when I clean? It really pains me to watch her sleep through it...

Don't eat red fruits or veg particularly tomatoes, they eat away at the lubrication in your joints!!! Good for cancer.. bad for creeky joints

Munster: that's a new one on me. Why can't stuff that's good for one problem be good for others???

Evangeline: if you've never flown, a transatlantic flight is a mighty brave way to start! I don't really mind flying per se... I have no fear of heights, don't worry about the wings falling off, etc. My problem is that I'm claustrophobic, so being crammed into tight quarters gets to me. Naturally, I can't afford to fly first class, so I just try for window seats where I can at least LOOK at somewhere roomy! If you're not fearful of heights or claustrophobic, you'll probably enjoy the trip!

Xena:

If I tried a shorter flight and didn't like it, I'd never see England...

Heights only bother me if I don't feel secure. Outdoor observation deck of our state capitol building 35 floors high...no problem. Two flights of outdoor rickety stairs...big problem. Tight spaces don't bother me. I'll let you know about tight spaces thousands of feet in the air.

Did you ever see the Bugs Bunny cartoon where he is launched to the moon(screaming Lemme Out! Lemme Out! Lemme Outta here!!!)?

I guess that's a point about not seeing England if you found out you didn't like flying...better to not find out until you're committed to the plan!

Bugs rocks!

Of course this means if I really don't like flying I'd have to consider immigration.

If I were you, I'd work on a Brit accent, just in case.


Of course, mastering that when you start out with a Louisiana drawl could be tough...

British Accent? Not a chance of me passing for British, with or without a drawl.

I would type using dialect, but I'm afraid of being moderated for breaking the foreign language rule.

OK, "Louisianan" obviously goes clear to the bone!

I'm 1/8 Spanish, 1/8 Scotch Irish, and the rest is French. My father spoke French and English. My father's mother only spoke French. It isn't that many generations back to the part where my family can be traced to Nova Scotia and France.

And yet, more than once I've been stopped on the street, in grocery stores, in parking lots etc. by people assuming that I speak Spanish. Yeah, I'll blend right in...

It's funny the assumptions people make. Being blond and pale, I love to startle the h*ll out of people who assume I speak no Spanish! Doing law enforcement, I can't count the times I've let people cuss me in Spanish at length, then finally answered them. The look on their faces are priceless!

*"Oh , she knows what we just called her!"*

I'm basically a mutt, personally. Mom was Brit/Scot/Irish, with a few other nationalities for good measure, Dad was Brit/German. So I definitely come by my temper naturally!

You should carry a camera for just that moment when they realize you understood them.

The only thing I can say in Spanish is that I don't speak Spanish. A lady stopped me in a grocery store because she couldn't find something. She spoke Spanish, her daughter spoke English, but didn't know the English word for the item in question. Fortunately, her son who didn't speak English, knew the French word for the item.

My French teacher was from Sweden. She brought her Swedish accent with her.

Learning French from a Swede...



In high school my best friend and I took 3 years Spanish, then switched to French senior year, as we knew the guy teaching Spanish IV was worthless. It really threw the French teacher at first when we'd switch to Spanish when we couldn't remember the appropriate word in French...

I just couldn't get into French, I'm afraid. Couldn't get the accent anywhere close to right, and spelling it was a nightmare!

Holloman Air Force Base is nearby here, and there's a contingent of the German Air Force stationed here. Sometime I really need to make a serious effort to learn some basic German.

Is French (or Creole, or whatever ) used much where you're at?

Somewhere around "ja I haV an Ax int but yule get Used to eet" we sensed trouble. And we should have .

That reflex of using the word you do know is how Cajun French was developed. It is considered corrupted French as it blends French, Spanish, German, and even a bit of Italian.

My family(both sides) speak(s) French and not Cajun French. Everything is officially English where I am. Dad and his siblings were told that if they spoke anything other than English in school then they would receive failing grades. So, it was French at home and English in School. That was during the 1920s and 1930s, part of the post WWI unification of all the states. Dad was drafted for WWII and sent to the European theater. He was the only one in his unit that could read the French maps, street signs or ask the locals for help and directions.

In the 1960s a movement to regain some of the Cajun culture from the homogenized American melting pot started. Now the local university teaches a course of Cajun French.

I feel strongly that people living in the US need to speak English, just so we can all communicate with each other. But I DON'T agree with the "English Only" contingent. Culture/heritage/ethnicity is important, and so much is lost when we try too hard to do the "melting pot" thing...


For now, though, I'm afraid the only language I'm up to speaking is . So I'm off to bed. Take care, catch ya around!