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I never need an excuse to have chocolate! Sorry, gang! Just a quick visit. I'm off to my bed now, so if you say "Hi" to me I may not see it for a while.
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I'm enjoying the story, but I can't help thinking that if it actually took place around 1981 (you said in the prologue that this happened some thirty years ago, and this chapter was posted to GA on 13th January 2011) I don't think cellphones were really available to the public... A quick Google search suggests to me that Motorola put the first mobile phone on the market in September 1983 - and it cost around $4,000 (equivalent of about $10,000 dollars today). Just saying... Still a great story, though!
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Reminds me of an old joke... Question: Why does a milking stool only have three legs? Answer: (Actually the real reason is quite cool - apparently it's because, no matter how uneven the floor is, 3 legs will all make contact with the floor. A four legged stool on uneven ground will tend to be unstable.)
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Surviving. Just having a quick snack of beans on toast before heading out for the evening.
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How ya, Gary?
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All good here, thanks. My eyes have settled down now after the tests this morning, so I will have no worries about the 100+ mile drive I will have to make this evening to deliver a training session.
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G'day, young Albert!
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I may mention that to my optometrist when I go for my next appointment (they're normally every 12 months). I have to sign a disclaimer every time I am tested - apparently because the drops could have unforeseen side-effects. It could be that the likelihood of such side-effects might be increased by the addition of a second drug? Who knows? I just do as I am told in these circumstances.
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Hey, Dugh! Hey, clo! It's a cold, overcast, and very windy day here in the west of Ireland. Looks like it will rain later, as well. Only good thing about it is that I had my retinas tested this morning, and the consultant had to put drops in my eyes to enlarge my pupils to enable her to take the photographs of my retinas. I may have had to wait four or five hours for the effects to wear off, before it would have been safe for me to drive the approximately twelve miles (20 kilometres) home, had the days been bright and sunny.
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I'm reminded of reading, sometime back in the 1960's, of some scientific research that involved the milking of mice to (if I remember correctly) develop a cure for some human disease or other. Apparently it was so difficult and time consuming to actually milk the mice that the milk itself was costing a small fortune. In one of the scientific journals that was discussing this research, someone wrote a poem based on Rabbie Burns' famous poem To a Mouse which went something along these lines:- Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie, Art thou feelin' better now? Thou shouldst gae an' have a feastie, Thou art worth a mint o'er yon ould cow!
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Thanks for this story, Jason. And thanks for not keeping us waiting too long for each chapter. I'm not surprised at all. Rather happy, to tell you the truth. As I intimated in my comment to the previous chapter (The Road Not Traveled), I also don't like stories that climax only to dawdle in post-coital drudgery (I love the way you put that, as well!).
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Hey, Page
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Hey Randy! No more than the little toe rag deserves! Hey, young Albert. How you this evening?
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Hey Gary! How's things?
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Evening all! The following is just for Drew's eyes...
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That's cool, Gary. And that's one of the things I like about this place. People can vent their annoyance without actually actually blowing the head(s) off the cause of the annoyance. (Just imagine what real harm Drew might cause to the real world if he didn't have this place to detonate make believe thermo-nuclear bombs )
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I was half thinking that myself as well. But fresh cat shit might just be a bit too rich in nutrients. I'd just add the six lumps to my compost heap. They might actually speed up the composting process.
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You've just shown that you don't need a gun. All you needed was a few sticks to stick in the bare soil to stop the cats using it as a toilet. Same thing happened to me a few years back. I came up with the same answer, and the cat found somewhere else to bury its shit. Relax, Gary. The cats didn't do it to annoy you. They were just doing what comes naturally to them. Look upon it as a learning experience. You'll know what to do next time you plant up a planter.
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Nor for me. Sorry, Jay.
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Great chapter! Just one thing I'd like to request is that you don't now spend chapter after chapter tidying up other characters' lives, before getting to the epilogue. The story was from the first about the main protagonist (Greg) and his relationship with Nate. Perhaps I feel invested also in Kyle's future, largely because he was the catalyst to Greg getting through (over?) his blind spot, but also because his head didn't seem to be in the best of places the last time we met him. (Hope that didn't sound too much like an order.) You spin a great tale, Jason. I am in awe of your ability.
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Fifth Interlude - Vengeance
Marty commented on Jason MH's story chapter in Fifth Interlude - Vengeance
Distressing reading... But at least it tied up what happened to Richard. -
Great thanks! And even better for seeing you! 😄
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Yea - notice I have edited my last post?
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