Aaaaaargh!!!

CJ, I would NEVER get into a chainsaw discussion with any of my neighbors! *LOL* Yours sounds really creepy, good for you he is gone!

Yeah, I know. But a certain amount of logical thinking is required, and they don't teach that to anyone. I guess it is not a "taught" skill.


I am available to my neighbors for a kind of "navigation" course because so many are retirees or otherwise have not had the opportunity to learn basic computer skills at a younger age. Mostly, regular teachers are afraid to actually tell them they need to slow down and learn the right words ("browser", "URL", etc) because those teahcers are products of the public school system which teaches "smile and be nice to the student no matter what" whereas I am a product of the (old) Catholic school system which teaches "shut up, watch my hands, and listen close or you'll go to hell!"

My neighbors know my bark is worse than my bite and so I'm getting calls from people who have been frustrated with the normal teaching systems.

That is absolutely hillarious! Clearly there are more than taxes and computers at issue. Sheesh!

Neighbors can be weird. We have nice ones here but up in MD we had some DOOZIES !!!!
Cin

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This ain't no dress rehearsal

A neighbor, who has lived two houses down from us for 10 years or so, lost her husband last year. He died quietly in the night. Anyway, we went to the funeral (no body or casket) and looked in on her for a couple of weeks to make sure she was doing okay.

One afternoon just before dark, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find her sobbing. She was asking for Louis. I quickly got her inside and seated in the living room and then got Louis. When he came in, she wiped her eyes and said she need our help 'with her husband'.

We both looked at each other and she could tell we did not understand, so she decided to explain. She said she got a call from the funeral home and was asked to come by. When she got there, they put her 'husband' in the back of her van. She needs our help to get him out. She doesn't think she can do it and the funeral home just 'put him in there!'

WHAT???? (Her husband was cremated and the funeral home put his ashes in a plastic bag inside a velvet pouch and in an open cardboard box. They put 'him' in her back seat.)

The poor lady was beside herself. I was freaking out as she never said anything about him being cremated or that his ashes were in her car. I remember both Louis and I commenting to each other at the funeral that we thought it odd not to see a body or casket, but they were of a different faith, so we thought maybe that is why. Who knew he was being cremated.

SO...We walked over to her house and saw the box and realized what was going on. Louis asked where she 'wanted to put him?' She got some keys off of a hook near her back door and walked us out to a camping trailer in back of her house. She found the right key after several attempts and opened the door. It was her husband's 'hang out'. She had not been in there since he died. There were beer cans and snack food on the table and the computer was still on. Lots of fishing stuff and clothes, etc. She asked us to put him on the shelf in the bedroom of the camper. I moved some VHS tapes over and Louis slid him up on the shelf. It was the strangest neighbor experience to date.

Cheers,
BD

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