Whining Thread #2

JudeMorrigan

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Blurgh. I did *something* to my back. Last night, I was only just barely able to feed my cats. Getting the food out of the bag and into their dish took minutes. Excruciating minutes. It's a fair bit better today, but that's faint praise indeed. If I were still doing USDC, I'd be in full-out panic mode.
 

fascination

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jude...I hear you...my birthday actually falls over usdc...and, while a part of me is sad, another part is thinking, "Gee, it will be nice to enjoy August rather than have it be a month full of intense training and then being away from my family on or around my birthday"...which is what it has been like for a decade....I have been feeling my mind, body and spirit needing to scale back for a while and then life circumstances forced me to stop trying to power through the fatigue...I am not sure what the future holds but I sense that this will be good for me...I hope your break will be good for you as well and that your back mends quickly
 

JudeMorrigan

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jude...I hear you...my birthday actually falls over usdc...and, while a part of me is sad....another part is thinking, "gee, it will be nice to enjoy august rather than have it be a month full of intense training and then being away from my family on or around my birthday"....I have been feeling my mind, body and spirit needing to scale back for a while and then life circumstances forced me to stop trying to power through the fatigue...I am not sure what the future holds but I sense that this will be good for me...I hope your break will be good for you as well and that your back mends quickly
My birthday is September 7th, so we must be awfully close in that regard as well. :)

And yeah, when my physical health hasn't been being stupid, this break has been productive and good for me. I have very little inclination to second-guess myself in regards to making that call.

And thanks to you and Purr vis a vis my back. It's better yet this morning, which is a pretty big relief. The pain was bad enough and spread far enough down my legs Sunday that I was actually pretty worried that something was seriously wrong. But it's down to a fairly localized dull ache today, so I'm optimistic that it'll be back to normal in a week or so.
 

FancyFeet

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Lol. A few more days like yesterday, and I might be ready to jump ship. I had an enormous poutine, and wine, because eating my feelings seemed like a better call than crying or punching things/random people.
 

Sania

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Lord, save me from the burocracy that is life as a public servant... or at least grant me enough patience to prevent a violent frustrated outburst.

(P.S.: @JudeMorrigan the move-to-Canada offer's still open when you decide to come back to dance... I'd even dance smooth. Just saying.)
Or Texas ;) I also have cats so I would never complain about car hair on your practice attire :)
 
Y'all are sweet. Alas, the lottery stubbornly refuses to be won by me, and I still have that albatross of a house. Still, getting that house into shape is high on the list of things I'm trying to take care of while I'm on break. Maybe there's a visible future where I'd be able to sell it.

(Although I really do hope you folks find the partners you deserve.)
 

cornutt

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So we have an old Altima that has for the past several years been our third car, occasional drive-to-work, landscaping and lumber fetcher, park-at-the-airport car, and backup for when one of the other cars was in the shop. Up until last week, it was running decently; the paint has faded (like all Altimas of that vintage), but the interior is still in good shape and it drove well allowing for the dampers having 18 years and 170,000 miles on them.

The trouble started with a small thing, a week ago. I came home, saw the Altima parked in the driveway like always, and observed that its brake lights were on. A quick inspection revealed that a plastic button attached to the brake pedal arm, which presses on the brake light switch, had finally succumbed to the Alabama heat and was in pieces on the floor. Easy enough problem to fix. I cut a small block of wood, put some J-B Weld on it, put it in place, and left it overnight.

The next evening, I came out to see how it did. It was secure and a few presses on the brake pedal showed that the brake lights were working properly. I started the car and let the engine run for a few minutes to charge the battery. I was about to put it in reverse and drive it up and down the street to check it, when the engine suddenly died and the dashboard went dark. Nothing was working; no lights and it wouldn't crank at all.

I didn't get back to it until Friday afternoon. I connected a battery charger to the car, but the charger refused to start. Hmm, I thought. I had disconnected the battery when the brake lights were on, and I still had the connector on the post loosely, so I pulled it off and connected the charger directly to the battery. It showed the battery as completely dead, but it started charging. I left it to charge for an hour.

When I came back, the charger said it had charged the battery to 75%. That should be enough to start the car, I thought. So I disconnected the charger and went to put the battery cable back on the post... I expected a small spark because there are a few things that are always powered even when the ignition is off, like the clock and the door locks. But when I touched it, it threw a huge hot arc! It burned a spot on my hand and I let go, with the cable on the post. Then smoke started coming out from around the engine somewhere. I grabbed the cable (which was hot) and jerked it off. Subsequent testing with an ohmmeter showed that there is a dead short somewhere in the wiring. I pulled every fuse I could find and it made no difference.

So at this point I'm thinking the short is in either the starter solenoid or the alternator, both of which require a significant amount of disassembly to get at. The car is so old that getting it towed and repaired would probably cost more than the car is worth. By coincidence, we had been discussing the previous week buying a small SUV for me to drive to work 2-3 times a week (so I can cut down on the miles I'm putting on the Porsche), plus do all of the things we were using the Altima for. We had been researching and already had it down to a few Nissan models we wanted to look at -- we've had good luck with Nissans.

So we go to the dealer, and after a few test drives and some rather uncomfortable (for me) negotiating, we make a deal on a Rogue Sport. Problem: The dealer's lot is a zoo; the front part by the road is organized, but in the back behind the service shop they have hundreds of cars parked every which way. They spend an hour looking for the car while we do the paperwork. They can't find it. Finally they decide that it must be in a storage lot that they are renting, down the highway from where the dealership is. So after finishing the paperwork, and a quick tour of the shop (which we've seen before), we wait. And wait.

Finally they come back... they found the car at the storage lot. But the gate is padlocked and nobody has the the key. Apparently they can't get a key from the lot owner until Monday. Le sigh. After nearly four hours at the dealership, we leave with a loaner.
 
<whine>My tango teaching partner is one of the best dancers I've worked with. Light on her feet, extremely responsive to the lead, very precise in her movement. She also was a "professional dancer" in the past, and often dances like a total slut. Although I seem to be the envy of many male dancers (we're just dance partners), and she the victim of snotty remarks from both genders, she is roundly criticized for not taking the dance seriously enough. Even though she is a fanatic about practice, about precision, about capturing the music in her body, and about clarity in our teaching, she has too much fun on the dance floor, and is "distracting". Yes, she occasionally, but only while dancing with me since I get it, batts her eyes (huge false eyelashes) and flirts with another leader through both her eyes and body movement, but what the h#ll. It's a dance. It should be fun. Dance, people. Don't bitch about my partner having a good time.</whine>
 

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