The Nice People Thread, No.16: A Universe of Niceness.

chris_m

GDB2222 wrote: »

The wedding went well yesterday. At least, the young couple ended up married to each other, with neither of them married to the rabbi, which is a risk in the Jewish marriage ceremony.

Ooer, is there a chance of confusion between the personal pronouns in the language used?

At 1AM on the morning of the wedding, I showed DW a draft of the welcome speech I had just written.
She: You shouldn't have written that. This is an egalitarian wedding and I'm making the welcome speech.
Me: What will you say?
She: I'll say what you've written.

:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::T:T:T

PasturesNew

I've used a couple of local buses - when accompanying somebody who knows the routes... so it was easy as I just "tagged along". I've tried in the past to understand the buses and failed.

I've now been trying to have another go.... it seems that there are 3 zones. A, B, C.

A will get me "Turn left from my house - a lot of places I could want to get to on a jolly" - except there's one point where once you cross over it, you are then in Zone C. Going out of my house and turning right I'm instantly into Zone C.

Therefore, I'd only ever "need" a Zone A or Zone A-C All day ticket. Zone A is £4.10, Zone C is £8.80. So I can travel in one direction for 25 miles for £4.10, or in the other direction for 1 mile for £8.80

So, if I only ever go left ... a day ticket is £4.10 for Zone A only.

If one were to buy a weekly ticket to go Zones ABC it's £25 for the week.... but who wants to sit on buses every day all day just for a perceived "saving"

There is a Weekend Ticket, buy a ticket for £7.50, unlimited travel for Saturday and Sunday. Zones ABC is £16.

But then there's a new 3-day ticket that is £8 for Zone A (so just 50p more than a weekend ticket).

There's also an app (I've never had/used any App, so a bit "scared" of those ..) which makes the fares a bit cheaper ... 20p cheaper so is it worth going through the fear barrier.

The journeys are slow.... 1.5 hours to get to the furthest point in Zone A, 12-15 miles -or- go 20 miles in just under 2 hours. And you have to know where you are as there are bus changes, so if you get off the first one and have to "find the next bus" you'll probably see the 4rse of it disappearing ... and the next one's in an hour.

Then .... once there .... you have to reverse navigate.

There are also some "peculiar buses" where they have the same number, but different suffix letters (A and - and you think "I've seen those near my house, I'll get on that one" - only to discover that one variety does a fairly direct route, while the other goes all round Will's aunts.

Some days I just think, "if I get one of these tickets and a printed map in my pocket I can shuffle about randomly on the buses all day looking at at what's where and getting on/off" - then you see the confusion of maps and speed of travel and think "pfft".

EDIT: I just tried to look at a simple route from point 1 to point 2... to see how the buses went as the bus routes map seemed to show you can't get there easily... I did it in Google maps and hit the Transport icon - and it said you catch bus 1 north, then change and get bus 1A south - journey time 30 mins (2.8 miles by car). The map I'm staring at has no such bus numbers....

I hate it when that happens - when you can't find/get clear information on simple tasks.

PasturesNew

What'd be good would be a sturdy, 3-wheeled folding electric scooter (stand up/child style), with a mini trailer .... for about £20, with a 50 mile range...

I bet somebody's made one... but they're £1000 or something ridiculous.

GDB2222

chris_m wrote: »

Ooer, is there a chance of confusion between the personal pronouns in the language used?

:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::T:T:T

Next, the groom utters the nine life-altering words of the marriage declaration: !!!8220;Harei at mekudeshet lee b!!!8217;taba!!!8217;at zu k!!!8217;dat Moshe v!!!8217;Yisrael,!!!8221; "Behold you are consecrated unto me, with this ring, according to the Law of Moses and Israel."

That's a bit of a mouthful, so sometimes the rabbi helps by saying it first, with the groom repeating afterwards. Unfortunately, this means the rabbi is getting in first.

chris_m

GDB2222 wrote: »

!!!8220;Harei at mekudeshet lee b!!!8217;taba!!!8217;at zu k!!!8217;dat Moshe v!!!8217;Yisrael,!!!8221;

That's a bit of a mouthful,

It certainly is, especially when the MSE forum system has had a go at it :rotfl:

GDB2222 wrote: »

sometimes the rabbi helps by saying it first, with the groom repeating afterwards. Unfortunately, this means the rabbi is getting in first.

Surely that would be a similar problem in the Christian marriage service?
Don't the priests/vicars say the words and have the groom (and, indeed, the bride) repeat them?

PasturesNew

In the Christian one they give their names ... "I, Bertie Bassett, take thee, Dolly Mixture, to be my awful wedded wife". As the Vicar's not called Bertie Bassett he can't get in first.

LydiaJ

SingleSue wrote: »

How about this for annoying. I am apparently borderline for a powered wheelchair from the wheelchair service, not because my level of disability is not bad enough but because I am stubborn and have a "will attempt to do stuff regardless of the cost to me" attitude. So, if I didn't push myself, was a drama llama and didn't push through, I would have comfortably met the criteria.

A powered chair would change my life. It would give me some independence back, it would help with the isolation whilst the boys are away from home at uni but more than that, it would also stop the damage still being done by my having to attempt to do things just to do the basics of living.

I did ask her what did she expect me to do when I am on my own, if I didn't attempt to do stuff, to fight against the pain and the dislocations, I would go hungry, thirsty and would be laying in my own toilet functions if I didn't!

She did say she was going to ask for the adaptations to be enlarged to include widening doorways inside the home and I am to give her a call and go through the referral process again once they are done but that my biggest obstacle would still be my attitude.

:mad::mad::mad:

SingleSue wrote: »

Spot on. By pushing myself on the days I really shouldn't, I am only damaging my connective tissue even more, ergo, making my rate of deterioration faster and my disability more profound quicker. The OT who referred me for a power chair understood the concept as she wanted to slow the rate of deterioration to give me more time until I became totally dependent on carers, the wheelchair OT didn't and the rules don't allow for it.

:mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:

Pyxis wrote: »

Could you ask the first OT to speak to the wheelchair OT?
It does seem quite ridiculous that an OT doesn't know enough about your condition. I thought that was the whole point of OTs? To assess, based on the particular condition of the patient, not just a one size fits all.

Wot Pyxis said

LydiaJ

Yesterday was Aged P's birthday. DS, DD and I took him out for dinner. Part way through our meal, we heard "Happy Birthday" being sung at another table, so I went over to enquire whose birthday it was, whether it was the actual day, and how old they were. The upshot was a delightful conversation between Aged P and a little girl who shares his birthday and was 5 yesterday, and birthday wishes in both directions from all attendant family members. I'm not sure she entirely understood when Aged P said he had turned 5 on that day in 1931, but her family did, and Aged P obviously made a hit with her - after he solemnly shook her hand and wished her "many happy returns" she got a bit shy, but perked up when prompted by her family to say "happy birthday" to him and had a bit of a conversation, getting less shy by the moment, and finally spontaneously hugged his leg, which was all she could reach of him, as her family all took pictures of the two birthday people together.

GDB2222

LydiaJ wrote: »

Yesterday was Aged P's birthday. DS, DD and I took him out for dinner. Part way through our meal, we heard "Happy Birthday" being sung at another table, so I went over to enquire whose birthday it was, whether it was the actual day, and how old they were. The upshot was a delightful conversation between Aged P and a little girl who shares his birthday and was 5 yesterday, and birthday wishes in both directions from all attendant family members. I'm not sure she entirely understood when Aged P said he had turned 5 on that day in 1931, but her family did, and Aged P obviously made a hit with her - after he solemnly shook her hand and wished her "many happy returns" she got a bit shy, but perked up when prompted by her family to say "happy birthday" to him and had a bit of a conversation, getting less shy by the moment, and finally spontaneously hugged his leg, which was all she could reach of him, as her family all took pictures of the two birthday people together.

He's doing very well for his years. I am so happy for you all.

Pyxis

Blowing a right old hoolie out there, too!


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Pastures, I do sympathise.

My local buses used to be straightforward.
With maps you could understand.

Then they changed them all....... new numbers given across the board, (why?), complex routes, and maps that were very difficult to decipher.

It's one reason why I just tend to default to the car. It can take ages to work out how to get somewhere on the bus, and then what the times are.


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The thing I went to today was nice. Very small, but incredibly local to the area...... none of this commercial stuff coming from miles and miles away, but just locals selling their homemade stuff, and local amateur artistes singing and dancing.
I bought some very nice handmade soaps made from (posh alert) goats milk, with a photo of the actual goats, which were just down the road in a neighbouring town. . (I've stopped using liquid soap as the plastic bottles are a disgrace imo), and a very nice necklace, and ate some lovely veggie food and some delicious homemade maple and walnut fudge.

Oh, and some really nice chips! Like wot chips used to taste like!

There was a young guy selling stuff made from reclaimed pallets, and I asked him where he made them and it was in his mum's workshop in her back garden just down the road from the festival place.
I just love it when that happens!
Nice, small, businesses, by inventive, local people.

GDB2222 wrote: »

The wedding went well yesterday. At least, the young couple ended up married to each other, with neither of them married to the rabbi, which is a risk in the Jewish marriage ceremony.

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GDB2222 wrote: »

Next, the groom utters the nine life-altering words of the marriage declaration: !!!8220;Harei at mekudeshet lee b!!!8217;taba!!!8217;at zu k!!!8217;dat Moshe v!!!8217;Yisrael,!!!8221; "Behold you are consecrated unto me, with this ring, according to the Law of Moses and Israel."

That's a bit of a mouthful, so sometimes the rabbi helps by saying it first, with the groom repeating afterwards. Unfortunately, this means the rabbi is getting in first.

:eek::eek: :eek: :eek:
Sounds very dangerous to me!

LydiaJ wrote: »

Yesterday was Aged P's birthday. DS, DD and I took him out for dinner. Part way through our meal, we heard "Happy Birthday" being sung at another table, so I went over to enquire whose birthday it was, whether it was the actual day, and how old they were. The upshot was a delightful conversation between Aged P and a little girl who shares his birthday and was 5 yesterday, and birthday wishes in both directions from all attendant family members. I'm not sure she entirely understood when Aged P said he had turned 5 on that day in 1931, but her family did, and Aged P obviously made a hit with her - after he solemnly shook her hand and wished her "many happy returns" she got a bit shy, but perked up when prompted by her family to say "happy birthday" to him and had a bit of a conversation, getting less shy by the moment, and finally spontaneously hugged his leg, which was all she could reach of him, as her family all took pictures of the two birthday people together.

Aw! (chokes back small tear)