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good luck rudy, that’s awful. hope the lawyer can help. kat "Rudolph Berthold" <rberth…@canada.com> wrote in message
news:sP667.901$Ma.23538@newscontent-01.sprint.ca… > Hi Helski, I’m not sure, I just heard this today – I believe I will hire a > lawyer > — > RB > A magician pulls rabbits out of hats. > An experimental psychologist pulls habits out of rats > "Helsk" <hel…@idl.net.au> wrote in message
news:995685709.835237@bigboy… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> > OMG…that stinks Rudi what are you going to do? > > Helski
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hey guys, highs: can’t think of any right now lows: been sick kat "Rudolph Berthold" <rberth…@canada.com> wrote in message
news:Tr667.893$Ma.23282@newscontent-01.sprint.ca… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> how was your week? let’s hear it > highs for me was I was able to sleep and am all better after my last malaria > attack > lows – was told that the last war zone I was in isn’t recognized as such > therefore I can’t get any compensation for it > — > RB > A magician pulls rabbits out of hats. > An experimental psychologist pulls habits out of rats
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Glad to hear you are feeling better rudy. Highs: Slept really well the past 3 nights. Been using Melatonin and its made a huge difference over the ambien. i wakje up not feeling drugged. I got my green card yesterday. Yes, yes, yes!!! Now i can work or go to school or do anything i want. Lows: Preparing to visit my family in Seatle in august. Most of my family is coming down from vancouver to see my daughter (almost 2 yrs old now). I dont know if my cousin is going to be there or not. He was the one who abused me and raped me. We were also vacationing in Seattle one of the times he raped me. Not sure how i’m going to handle all the stress. My family still doesn’t know about the PTSD. They never really believed me when i told them i had been raped. All in all a better week than the last one. Joanne
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Weekly highs and lows: Highs: I’ll have to pass on this one this week. Lows: yet more new flashbacks and memories. 
( > Remember "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald?" I always loved that song. > Superior they said never gives up her dead when the gales of November come > early. > tiny dancer
Hey tiny!! Sure do remember that song – by Gordon Lightfoot! The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy. With a load of iron ore – 26,000 tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconson As the big freighters go it was bigger than most With a crew and the Captain well seasoned. Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ships bell rang Could it be the North Wind they’d been feeling. The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the Captain did, too, T’was the witch of November come stealing. The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashing When afternoon came it was freezing rain In the face of a hurricane West Wind When supper time came the old cook came on deck Saying fellows it’s too rough to feed ya At 7PM a main hatchway caved in He said fellas it’s been good to know ya. The Captain wired in he had water coming in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went out of sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the words turn the minutes to hours The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay If they’d fifteen more miles behind her. They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the ruins of her ice water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams, The islands and bays are for sportsmen. And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of November remembered. In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed In the Maritime Sailors’ Cathedral The church bell chimed, ’til it rang 29 times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee Superior, they say, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early. Hannah
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Hi Hannah, Thank you, I always liked that song! I’m one of those odd balls that really loves Lake Superior. It’s so wild and free, but also dangerous and treacherous. I’d sit on those huge rocks and just gaze out. The ocean is beautiful but it just doesn’t have the same *feel* as Superior. Have any of you guys ever been over the Makinnac bridge?? You go from the lower Michigan side to the upper peninsula and in that short distance drop about 20degrees in temperature. tiny dancer Hannah <blha…@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:d9fbd6ce.0107210831.295d421b@posting.google.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Weekly highs and lows: > Highs: I’ll have to pass on this one this week. > Lows: yet more new flashbacks and memories. ( > > Remember "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald?" I always loved that song. > > Superior they said never gives up her dead when the gales of November come > > early. > > tiny dancer > Hey tiny!! Sure do remember that song – by Gordon Lightfoot! > The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down > Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee > The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead > When the skies of November turn gloomy. > With a load of iron ore – 26,000 tons more > Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty > That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed > When the gales of November came early > The ship was the pride of the American side > Coming back from some mill in Wisconson > As the big freighters go it was bigger than most > With a crew and the Captain well seasoned. > Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms > When they left fully loaded for Cleveland > And later that night when the ships bell rang > Could it be the North Wind they’d been feeling. > The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound > And a wave broke over the railing > And every man knew, as the Captain did, too, > T’was the witch of November come stealing. > The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait > When the gales of November came slashing > When afternoon came it was freezing rain > In the face of a hurricane West Wind > When supper time came the old cook came on deck > Saying fellows it’s too rough to feed ya > At 7PM a main hatchway caved in > He said fellas it’s been good to know ya. > The Captain wired in he had water coming in > And the good ship and crew was in peril > And later that night when his lights went out of sight > Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. > Does anyone know where the love of God goes > When the words turn the minutes to hours > The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay > If they’d fifteen more miles behind her. > They might have split up or they might have capsized > They may have broke deep and took water > And all that remains is the faces and the names > Of the wives and the sons and the daughters. > Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings > In the ruins of her ice water mansion > Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams, > The islands and bays are for sportsmen. > And farther below Lake Ontario > Takes in what Lake Erie can send her > And the iron boats go as the mariners all know > With the gales of November remembered. > In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed > In the Maritime Sailors’ Cathedral > The church bell chimed, ’til it rang 29 times > For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald. > The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down > Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee > Superior, they say, never gives up her dead > When the gales of November come early. > Hannah
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Hi tiny! <<Thank you, I always liked that song! I’m one of those odd balls that really loves Lake Superior. It’s so wild and free, but also dangerous and treacherous. I’d sit on those huge rocks and just gaze out. The ocean is beautiful but it just doesn’t have the same *feel* as Superior. Have any of you guys ever been over the Makinnac bridge?? You go from the lower Michigan side to the upper peninsula and in that short distance drop about 20degrees in temperature.>> I’ve never been to the Makinnac bridge, but I’ve driven around the north shore of Lake Superior, from Sault Ste Marie to Thunder Bay. I think the bridge you’re referring to is only a short drive (relatively) from the Sault. You’re right, the rocks are huge and bleak, kind of, but it’s comforting in a way. Have you ever read a passage from Ken Follett’s The Eye of the Needle, where he describes a bleak island in Scotland? It’s one of my all-time favorite descriptive passages. Hannah
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hottest it gets is around 75 – the nights are much cooler – you can see your breath in the air about midnight — RB A magician pulls rabbits out of hats. An experimental psychologist pulls habits out of rats "tiny dancer" <tinydancer…@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:kG867.191419$Md.41927380@typhoon.southeast.rr.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> So when you say warmth, exactly how warm is it?? And is it humid? I do > enjoy the sea breeze and love just sitting and looking out at the ocean. > It’s so relaxing, but we live about 3-4 hours from the coast,so we just get > hot and muggy here! That’s how I feel about Lake Superior. I grew up on > Lake Michigan which was nice, but Superior is so rugged and beautiful. It’s > more wild, even a different shade of blue, more icy blue. My idea of a > perfect place to live would be overlooking Lake Superior, being able to sit > on my deck or porch or whatever and just gaze out into the windy wildness of > it. When the water is really choppy and the wind is really blowing. > Remember "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald?" I always loved that song. > Superior they said never gives up her dead when the gales of November come > early. > tiny dancer > Rudolph Berthold <rberth…@canada.com> wrote in message > news:Ct867.918$Ma.23662@newscontent-01.sprint.ca… > > I live right by the sea so the warmth is offset by a nice seabreeze – I > love > > it > > — > > RB > > A magician pulls rabbits out of hats. > > An experimental psychologist pulls habits out of rats > > "tiny dancer" <tinydancer…@hotmail.com> wrote in message > > news:a4767.191379$Md.41781758@typhoon.southeast.rr.com… > > > My week was kind of crappy, but nothing specific. Not sleeping much at > > all > > > and it’s so hot and muggy here. I guess what it is, is I had lots of > lows > > > but no highs I can come up with! Got our electric bill, a whopping > > $300.00 > > > bucks for one month of air conditioning. I guess I’m into my summer > time > > > blah’s. I’m a winter person, just hate heat and humidity, and I end up > in > > > North Carolina!! I need to be in Minnesota or Michigan’s Upper > Peninsula! > > > That’s where my kind of weather is! I’ve got some friends in the U.P. > and > > > they refer to July and August as "a couple months of piss poor skiing > > > weather!" Now that’s my idea of a climate I can exist in. How’s the > > > weather by you?? > > > tiny dancer > > > Rudolph Berthold <rberth…@canada.com> wrote in message > > > news:2W667.902$Ma.23533@newscontent-01.sprint.ca… > > > > Yep Tiny, ducking bullets and surfing on crocodiles is my ideal > vacation > > > > 
> > > > how was your week? > > > > — > > > > RB > > > > A magician pulls rabbits out of hats. > > > > An experimental psychologist pulls habits out of rats > > > > "tiny dancer" <tinydancer…@hotmail.com> wrote in message > > > > news:6w667.191337$Md.41723367@typhoon.southeast.rr.com… > > > > > > lows – was told that the last war zone I was in isn’t recognized > as > > > such > > > > > > therefore I can’t get any compensation for it > > > > > Hi Rudy, > > > > > Well that’s a real pisser! What the hell were you doing there then, > > > > > vacationing??? Glad about your malaria, mad about your "choice of > > > > vacation > > > > > spot!" > > > > > tiny dancer > > > > > > — > > > > > > RB > > > > > > A magician pulls rabbits out of hats. > > > > > > An experimental psychologist pulls habits out of rats
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> I’ve never been to the Makinnac bridge, but I’ve driven around the > north shore of Lake Superior, from Sault Ste Marie to Thunder Bay. I > think the bridge you’re referring to is only a short drive > (relatively) from the Sault. You’re right, the rocks are huge and > bleak, kind of, but it’s comforting in a way. Have you ever read a > passage from Ken Follett’s The Eye of the Needle, where he describes a > bleak island in Scotland? It’s one of my all-time favorite descriptive > passages. > Hannah
Hi Hannah! No, I’ve never read that passage, but you did find the word I was looking for, bleak. I don’t know why exactly, maybe I feel comfortable with it because it’s kind of what I know from my past/childhood?? You know, how we’re in an odd way comforted by that which is familiar to us?? I guess I’d use many of the same adjectives to describe my childhood, wild, tumultuous??? Don’t know, it just came to me as a reason why I’m so drawn to Superior. Yeah, the bridge isn’t too far from the Sault. So you’ve been around the north shore?? Me too!! I’ve been from the Sault in Michigan all the way around Superior and back again in Minnesota. I think that’s why I enjoy the Lightfoot song so much, because as I listen to it I can picture all the places it mentions. There’s a big waterfall up at the top of Superior, can’t recall the name of the Canadian town it’s near but the falls is Kekabeka (sp?) something like that. It was beautiful. Someday I’m going back and make that trip around it again. Although I’m sure it’s much more developed now. Back when I went the road was still under construction. Many of the cities past Thunder Bay were only accessible by air before. Some places there weren’t any hotels yet, we had to stay in loggers dorms overnight. tiny dancer
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Hi tiny!! I think you’ve hit it right on – "bleak" is what we grew up with, it’s what we know, and it’s what we can relate to. The full-length passage is too long to post here, so I’ve condensed it…but you’ll get the idea. I really relate to this, and as I said, it’s one of my favorite passages ever. It reminds me of how we had to adapt to constant, chronic abuse. Hannah The Eye of the Needle – Ken Follett "It is for places like this that the word "bleak" has been invented. The island is a lump of rock rising sullenly out of the North Sea
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