|I hope this finds you
well. For the most part, for me, this has been a long dark
Winter, just like the Winters
McMurdo and Palmer. Now we are a week
beyond Spring Equinox, the sun is up for more than half each day and
the temperature has hit an hundred more than once. There are lots of
new toys to play with, new books to read, the larder is stocked with
dents and dates from the food
bank, time to head for the cooler hills.
But nobody has written with travel plans. Nobody has answered my
Grandfather For Rent adverts. Alone again, naturally.
Febter In Tonopah - RV There YetCBS News interviews Jaimie Hall author of RV Traveling Tales: Women's Journeys on the Open Road: "A growing number of older women are driving motor homes and RVs thousands of miles to see friends and places they might never see otherwise. Lee Cowan reports on this hidden group of women who live on the country's roads."
Following all the fun and games in Ajo at Winter Solstice The Cat Drag'd Inn to Yuma and found berthing a little beyond, on the far side of Citrus Inspection Check Point, in the foreign land of CA. Olgilby Road. Nice place. Lots of room. And a short drive away from another foreign land where one can find a dentist for a cleaning without having to fill out reams of disclaimers and suffer a full-mouth set of X-Rays. So one fine day I left The Cat Drag'd Inn under guard of La Gata Sara(h) & drove TinyTruck south to Algodones very calmly to visit Betty's dentist. Not windy at all there.
Walking southbound across the border, U.S. to Mexico, is a quick jaunt; you can tell when you're across: the border is marked by a colourfully attired welcoming committee of locals. Algodones is known for the Dentists, Pharmacies, and Liquor Stores. Often all three in the same building. There are also shops selling rugs and sombreros. Lots of folks standing around ready to help you find the vendor you are looking for and a few others as well. The dentist I wanted had recently moved so my directions were of little use; eventually I found someone who recognised my English rendition of a Mexican translation of an Italian/Scandinavian/Gaelic name. After dentisterising for a while I walked over to the Purple Store and found a fine shapely bottle of Tequela for a special friend who likes the taste of fermented agave.
Walking north across the border is a different experience. First is the long queue snaking around the block before you even get to the barbed wire, wrought iron, and cinder block fence. Then you arrive at a one way turnstile into a holding pen festooned with video cameras. Once past the turnstile there is no going back; you are funneled into the welcoming committee which consists drably uniformed guards and inspectors who look you over with unsmiling eyes and barcode your passport. I had all I could do to behave as I managed to snuggle the fermented blue agave past the border patrol, INS, customs, and three aliens, all the way to Tonopah via Quartzsite.
A few weeks later, in the course of preparations for a hike in the hills, I noted a strange yeasty smell in TinyTruck. Part kerosene? Made my mouth water a little. And only by accident did I hear the sloshing and gurgling of something wet. Somewhen along the bumpy roads betwix hither and yon, despite being wrapped in my third best wooly jumper and packed in a crate behind the driver's seat... need I say more? Too bad the bottle wasn't still full and in one piece by the time I'd arrived in Tonopah. Now my third best wooly jumper smells like a Mexican Jumping Bean on a binge. Melita Filters are good for more than just making coffee. Eventually I was able to wring out the jumper, filter out the shards, and successfully salvage most of the precious amber into one of my reclaimed Mrs Fanning's pickle jar tumblers.
FebteriddleGreetings Fellow Word-mavens,
> It occurs to me to ask... What is the plural form of "your"? "youse" perhaps?
Y'all sent me many interesting replies. Thank you much.
> When people write "I" or "my" one can respond with "your" and be assured of the direction and
> application of the response, however when someone writes "we" or "our" how does one couch one's
> response to indicate perhaps a questioning of the collectiveness of the opinion being responded to?
My question is engendered mostly because I want to specify in my sentence that "your" means the person to whom I am writing and not the group of which that person is a member. However I can see that I am up against convention here in that English has lost that ability to differentiate and so today one must expound: "...I disagree with your (name) opinion..." in order to be explicit. Well, that may be getting into too much detail.
One of the most interesting replies is from Richard:
> In the US South, the plural of you is y'all, and the plural of your is
> y'all's. Elsewhere, there's no difference between singular and plural.
> The context determines plurality, and it's just too bad if the context
> fails to provide sufficient information.
> English (unlike many other languages) does not have separate singular
> and plural forms of the second person pronoun and possessive. "You" and
> "your" are correct whether addressing an individual or a group.
> If addressing an individual, you could do so by name or description. If
> a group, use a phrase such as "all of you" or "all of your." Otherwise
> it must be assumed from context and is subject to confusion and
And then, clever boy that he is, he went searching elsewhere for a second opinion:
> decided to consult Google and found the following:
"The silliest thing is that English actually had this one sorted a millennium ago."
Anyone know what sort of orb weaver this is? The picture is from the under side. Back end up, head down.
Thanks again and I hope y'all's have a fine day.
Best Buy BustI've been to Best Buy twice in the past week. Both good experiences. My present DVD player, a SamSung, has been acting up of late and there are several of the newer format video files it will not play. So I went to BB to look around. Another friend had recently purchased a "Life's Good" (LG) player, had good things to say about that brand/model, and it had rave reviews in the press. So, what to my wandering eyes should appear on the DVD player shelf but this very same LG, "open box" as they say in the trade, half-off the retail price. I couldn't resist.
But it is, was, unsuitable overall. The LG player played some of the video formats my SS player won't but there were other formats the SS does play that the LG wouldn't, most notable in that category are AVI files with subtitles. Then there were a few inconsistant and irrational programming issues. On top of that was its physical layout--not fitting into the same space as the SS. So I called LG Customer Service and was served a courteous that's-the-way-it-is reply and then made the second trip to Best Buy armed with a thumbdrive of the several movies with which I was having problems.
I wanted to give this machine every chance to prove good. Especially since the price was right. The Geek Squad was most helpful. First, based on my tale of woe they agreed with me that the machine was faulty and should be returned. (Prob'ly that is why this particular item was open box in the first place, eh?) Second, they were kind enough to get a another machine off the shelf and try it with my thumbdrive. We selected a Samsung 3D BlueRay DVD player but it had its own set of quirks and failures. Then we tried a Panasonic and that one wouldn't even recognise my thumbdrive! Now I'm back to square one with the original Samsung.
Seems there is no one player that plays all formats. The Geek agreed. But my computer plays all formats; why cannot a set-top player play all formats. Perhaps what I need is a small computer connected to my telly. There are some "little black boxes" that do just that. So I am still shopping and learning. They returned my money and in the meantime I'm back to reading books.
Boy Scout Week - Scout Sunday - Founder's DayGot a call last week from Fred, another of those once-upon-a-long-ago Boy Scouts from Billerica, perhaps a year or two one side of the other of 1963. His grand nephew has just come of Scout age--can you imagine that? Two generations? And so Fred has signed on with the boy's troop as ASM and was looking to ask me for pictures and dates of some of his own experiences. Hearing his voice I was instantly transported back to 1964-65, as if I was chatting with him casually after a troop meeting or planning our next camp.
Starry Night PetroglyphsUnder the heading of Points of Interest that Magellan doesn't know about: Several clusters of petroglyphs are to be found in the vicinity of Saddle Mountain in Tonopah. There are also a few matate and trails and caves which evince to some a people living here long ago when water was obtainable without need of a 300 foot deep well or a canal stretching all the way to the confluence of the Colorado and Bill Williams Rivers. But what do all the figures mean? Unfortunately my Berlitz translator doesn't go back that far.
Pi Day, March 14
In the meanwhile I have found a nice fancy VW radio/CD/tape at the Food
Bank Thrift Store. I had to hack a bigger hole into Tiny Truck's
dashboard but the radio fits now and plays better than the old OEM
radio. The VW radio was unsaleable at the Thrift Store since it would
not work. One of those theft preventive systems where you have to enter
a password and the radio communicates with the car's computer. Took
about ten hours of research and a call to a sympathetic VW dealer to
find the password and workaround. Now I have one of those little red
blinking LEDs to attract thieves to my truck. Plus now I can play CDs
which the OEM radio did not. So perhaps I will drive the truck more.
Perhaps I can figure out how to have the truck tow the bus...
I do not know what I may
appear to the world; but
myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and
diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a
shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all
—Sir Isaac Newton
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