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By ana (Fri Aug 08, 2014 at 12:42:17 PM EST) when I was six (all tags)
Long ago...

I was the third of three (and then four) children. Most of my toys had belonged to older siblings, either my brother J, 5.5 years older, or my sister C, 3 years older.

We had a set of toy cars, called Tootsie Toys, which were steel with actual rubber tires; maybe 2" long on average. There were maybe 10 of them, of various styles. One was the coveted orange Jeep. J would play cars with us only if we let him have the Jeep. One was a 1952 Ford sedan, like the one my father drove in real life. C got that one. It was blue, like the real one. I forget now what I got to play with; it might have been a white pickup truck.

We also had a filling station that was more or less the same scale (probably larger, actually), made of sheet metal, with grommits in the base plate to accept molded plastic gas pumps, air pumps, and stuff like that. Garage doors would swing open if touched from inside, or they could be opened overhead and would stay.

So the game was you brought your car in to be fixed, and the gas station person would ask what was wrong with it. Knowing nothing about cars except they had hood ornaments, we always asked for a new airplane for the hood. There was a spring-loaded catapult thing you could put the car into inside the garage, pull the trigger, and the newly-repaired vehicle would emerge from the garage at breakneck speed. Until we discovered it was fun to play with the spring that was under the floor.

This remembrance was triggered in part by the system helpers fixing my desktop computer today, replacing the video driver. And so notafurry suggested I complain about them rearranging my icons (they didn't) and that "the network is slow", such complaints being a required part of the process. Which brought to mind a text-message conversation between $oldperson and $youngperson, complaining about how, in fixing her computer, $youngperson had replaced the google doodle. "You don't run google?" "No. That's why I'm driving a 1980 Ford."

Also this week, thankfully not on the same day, the company-issued laptop wanted to be booted into safe mode and have its disk repaired. This is the sign of terminal decline in apple computers. They're ordering me a new one.


Next week I'm off to Colorado, to spend pretty much 24x7 of a week between being on-call helping to clean out Mom's house. The buyers seem very keen on it, and things are proceeding toward a closing later in the month. So it's time to get rid of The Stuff. I think the problem is relatively tractable, since there's not much there anybody wants. C has located a company called "Gone for Good" which will attempt to sell or donate stuff that's useful, and haul the rest away. The buyer wants stuff like the pool table and the woodworking tools (including a table saw). Little brother E's kids are interested in the ancestral doll collection, which may be the only antiques. The county's periodic household hazardous waste collection day happens while we're there.

I hope to meet up with my official BFF J. Brewpub for an hour or two over dinner. That's enough; once a season or two. I had a chat with him in May when I was back for my mom's 90th birthday party.
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That's got to be hard by georgeha (2.00 / 0) #1 Fri Aug 08, 2014 at 12:45:56 PM EST
Mrs. Ha is in the California desert with her family, going through her very recently deceased (August 1st) dad's condo.

My Dad is (slowly) clearing the clutter by wiredog (2.00 / 0) #2 Mon Aug 11, 2014 at 06:50:31 AM EST
Says he's going to start working on the collection of books he's never read next.

Earth First!
(We can strip mine the rest later.)

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