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tsiya

THRIFT SHOP LENS

People throw away and donate some really nice stuff!
I found the lens I used for this in a thrift shop. It  was made in 1985 but still works great on my Sony.
I have the tools to handle minor repairs and the time to do them, I'd rather have that than money.

puc reducks

Love your model!  Look at all those whiskers!

Great pic!

Agree w/your thrift-shop philosophy, too.  Often get vases at Goodwill for .50 or $1 to give away with flowers.  Vases are way over-priced at reg. retail stores, and too thin at the $ shops.

Got a great Lane coffee table that I am just finishing re-finishing for my step-mom.  It's good to recycle for many reasons, not just economic!
tsiya

I make regular rounds, when I leave a thrift shop I've seen everything in every corner. The good stuff often lurks in the dark places. Very Happy

BTW, have you tried the water based polyurethane varnish? It is the best thing since sliced bread, you can get 2 or 3 coats on and rubbed out while you're waithing for regular varnish to dry, and it's bulletproof tough.
coebul

But a cat?  Beautiful women.  That's the ticket.
tsiya

By the time I shipped my last girlfriend back to her momma I was a nervous wreck and damned near broke. At least now I'm not as nervous!!
Looking back I'm sure I'd be homeless now, that girl was really high maintainence. If a cat or dog licked a plate she would throw out the whole set of china!
I got out of the Jeep one day to chase a gator off the road, she locked me out and hid under the dashboard, crazy damnyankee girl!
coebul

Pictures Bob!  Not marriage. Pictures!
tsiya

Once I get near them they can't keep their hands off of me, I can't take any chances! Shocked
A friend of mine was in his car on the beach with a telephoto lens, damn near got himself killed! Very Happy
auntmartymoo

Dogs are the way to go.  Take pictures of dogs.  Man's best friend.
tsiya

I love dogs, I used to run Beagles  in field trials,. I can't take care of them anymore. I was working long hours  for years, then I landed in the ER about 10 years ago and haven't been up to the job.
coebul

tsiya wrote:
I love dogs, I used to run Beagles  in field trials,. I can't take care of them anymore. I was working long hours  for years, then I landed in the ER about 10 years ago and haven't been up to the job.
I am a dog fan also.  They sleep at your feet, and will always meet you at the door with a friendly wag.  

Cat?  You lucky if they acknowledge your existence unless they want something.  We have 2 of them and they pretty much ignore me.  Fine with me if one continues to claw up the mill work around the house I will use him for target practice.
puc reducks

HBob,
Her furniture is walnut, so I got a MinWax Poly-Stain combo in Mission Brown.  BUT I have jotted down your recommendation in my notebook!  Many thanks! I have an antique golden oak (when they built them solid) office chair--with its original tiny-as-a-nickel casters!  Will need opinions whether I decide to remove the casters and replace. It doesnt' really wheel now!  Laughing

And I remember that Yankee woman of yours--and the gator incident--but wasn't she from Noo Jersey???   Shocked  Shocked  Shocked   Whaddaya expect???
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What AMM said, D-O-G-S!!!   Very Happy

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Coe,
"There ya go again," Puc shakes head, chuckles very Reaganesquely. Using that creature for target practice!!!  Don't make me come up there!  Wink
coebul

What? You gona spank me?
puc reducks

coebul wrote:
What? You gona spank me?


Now, Coebul, we've been over this:  Puc is not into spanking, so stop trying to con me!!!   Laughing

Just don't shoot the cat!!!
tsiya

puc reducks wrote:
HBob,
Her furniture is walnut, so I got a MinWax Poly-Stain combo in Mission Brown.  BUT I have jotted down your recommendation in my notebook!  Many thanks! I have an antique golden oak (when they built them solid) office chair--with its original tiny-as-a-nickel casters!  Will need opinions whether I decide to remove the casters and replace. It doesnt' really wheel now!  Laughing

And I remember that Yankee woman of yours--and the gator incident--but wasn't she from Noo Jersey???   Shocked  Shocked  Shocked   Whaddaya expect???
~~~~~

What AMM said, D-O-G-S!!!   Very Happy

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Coe,
"There ya go again," Puc shakes head, chuckles very Reaganesquely. Using that creature for target practice!!!  Don't make me come up there!  Wink


I can't figure out which is more contrary, older women or younger women!
When someone boils the spaghetti before starting to make sauce you know you're gonna have problems!
I can't possibly teach every woman in the world to cook! Shocked
coebul

Oh darn!  One can hope!

How about a paper clip and rubber band for the cat?
puc reducks

coebul wrote:
Oh darn!  One can hope!

How about a paper clip and rubber band for the cat?


JesusMary&Joseph, Coebul!  You'll put his eye out!
puc reducks

tsiya wrote:
puc reducks wrote:
HBob,
Her furniture is walnut, so I got a MinWax Poly-Stain combo in Mission Brown.  BUT I have jotted down your recommendation in my notebook!  Many thanks! I have an antique golden oak (when they built them solid) office chair--with its original tiny-as-a-nickel casters!  Will need opinions whether I decide to remove the casters and replace. It doesnt' really wheel now!  Laughing

And I remember that Yankee woman of yours--and the gator incident--but wasn't she from Noo Jersey???   Shocked  Shocked  Shocked   Whaddaya expect???
~~~~~

What AMM said, D-O-G-S!!!   Very Happy

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Coe,
"There ya go again," Puc shakes head, chuckles very Reaganesquely. Using that creature for target practice!!!  Don't make me come up there!  Wink


I can't figure out which is more contrary, older women or younger women!When someone boils the spaghetti before starting to make sauce you know you're gonna have problems!
I can't possibly teach every woman in the world to cook! Shocked


Well, let's just leave you to ponder that one, Tsiya!   Laughing

What's the spaghetti-sauce-and-teach-cooking thing all about?  (Yeah, I'm being contrary!!! Razz )
auntmartymoo

I'm probably butchering this, but someone said something along the lines of...

A dog looks up to man.
A cat looks down on man.
A pig sees someone eye to eye.

I prefer the company of dogs because dogs are silly fun creatures who think I'm awesome.  I don't want to come home to anyone/anything that's going to look down on me or act serious and smart.  Sorry, cats, you're just too discriminating.  I mean you no harm, but I'd prefer that someone else enjoy your company.

I'm crazy about dogs.  Not the little fancy, fussy ones that I could carry in my handbag...I'm talking about real dogs.  The kind that weigh 100 lbs but think they're small enough to fit in a chair with you.  The kind that hides his head under the couch when it thunders...thinking he's safely hidden, without realizing that the other 90 lbs of him is out in the open.  The kind of dog that has a really deep-sounding bark, but rarely uses it because he naps most of the time.  In fact, if it's not time to eat or play fetch, he's usually unconscious.

I've had more than one dog like that...all of them retrievers and all of them male.  I'm yearning for another...its been a while since my last one passed away.  Oh, the heartbreak!
puc reducks

auntmartymoo wrote:
I'm probably butchering this, but someone said something along the lines of...

A dog looks up to man.
A cat looks down on man.
A pig sees someone eye to eye.

I prefer the company of dogs because dogs are silly fun creatures who think I'm awesome.  I don't want to come home to anyone/anything that's going to look down on me or act serious and smart.  Sorry, cats, you're just too discriminating.  I mean you no harm, but I'd prefer that someone else enjoy your company.

I'm crazy about dogs.  Not the little fancy, fussy ones that I could carry in my handbag...I'm talking about real dogs.  The kind that weigh 100 lbs but think they're small enough to fit in a chair with you.  The kind that hides his head under the couch when it thunders...thinking he's safely hidden, without realizing that the other 90 lbs of him is out in the open.  The kind of dog that has a really deep-sounding bark, but rarely uses it because he naps most of the time.  In fact, if it's not time to eat or play fetch, he's usually unconscious.

I've had more than one dog like that...all of them retrievers and all of them male.  I'm yearning for another...its been a while since my last one passed away.  Oh, the heartbreak!


You wrote a mouthful there.  Adore Retrievers.  Wonderful dispositions. And very handsome as well.

Been dog crazy since I was 10 months old and my Uncle Harry (Dad's side) brought me a 10-week old Terrier Mix puppy that some guy who owned a gas station was going to--get this--drown.  My Uncle Harry was a dog lover--and a big, strapping Italian guy (not fat, but "bull-ish" and taller than Tony Soprano).  He paid for the gas, took the puppy, and punched the guy in the nose.  Harry named her "Lady" and we were together well into high school.  I honestly did NOT know what it meant when the 'rents told me, "We took Lady to the country."  It was all country!  I never got to say good-bye or thank her or tell her how much she meant to me.  She was the most wonderful fur-friend!

Over the years, I and/or we have been fortunate enough to find and place or find and welcome or rescue so many amazing dogs. Each one a story, each one a personality, each one... a pest!  We are "crazy dog people," no doubt about it."  (Right now, I am trying everything I can to guilt/pressure/threaten/beg poor husband to adopt another one.  We have two right now:  Rupert and Henry VIII.  But there is a dog at SAFE, one of the no-kill groups here, who I know needs me.  Not just anyone, but ME.)

Doesn't look like I'm going to win this one, so I can only put out there that he finds the perfect home.  He's 9 yrs. old and his "family"--the only one he has ever known--gave him up because they had a baby.  Don't want to debate that, please.  

Anyhow, Rupert is a 7-yr-old Jack Russell Terrier Mix.  He had been returned to the pound twice when we got him (He was 1-1/2 then.).  First time I saw him, he was crouched so far back into the corner, that I had to triple check to make sure there was a dog in there!  It took him months to adjust, adapt, trust, and love.  He hasn't made it all the way back, but he has come as far as he can.  He's champion!!!  Has a perfect heart marking on his butt! Very funny fellow--took years--when you play catch with him and then chase him. He's a sweet little dog.  But he WILL have his own way. Period.

Henry VIII is the 8th dog we've adopted, adopted him on Queen E's birthday, AND he is a Welsh Cardigan Corgi Mix... so he needed a "royal" name. A friend said, "Henry."  We thought, counted, and sure enough, that was his name! We sing him the "'Enery the 8th" song by Herman's Hermits.  I know I'm repeating myself here!  Bear with me!  LOL!  He's a "half-track" if ever there was one.  Very loving, rapidly adapted, the busiest EARS in North City! I don't know how this household managed without him. Corgi are herders and notorious heel nippers AND are trained to run between the feet of quadupeds to herd them.  Henny does neither!  

Every loss has left a hole in my heart--and soul.  Esp. my Truman-dog. He was half Black Lab and half Border Collie.  He was 1-1/2 yrs. old when we adopted him. Had been living with an 83-yr-old woman and 2 ancient cats! Truman (after Capote) was my "I learned to love again" dog.  We had lost three dogs within 3 weeks (one to age and two to diseases), and I was beside myself with grief.

One day, about six months later, there was an ad in the paper for "Prince."  The group that had him placed dogs with seniors for companionship and protection.  Prince had been a stray and taken in and then let out to the elderly woman. He was too much for her.

We met him--and there was something I saw immediately in his eyes and something he saw in mine.  No kidding.  I knew he would be ours and help to heal all my pain--and I, his.  Because of Truman I was willing to love another dog and then another.  I write this with tears in my eyes.  I will never forget my Truman.  He was so very special. He lived only until he was 10 yrs. old. He developed a virulent form of bone cancer and nothing could be done for him. He wasn't in a horrible way yet, but he wasn't well, his gums and tongue were gray-white (not enough oxygen).  We did the best for him. At the end of the appointment, one of the staff led him away.  We'd already hugged him and scratched his ears (which he adored!). I said, "Thank you, Truman. I love you, boy." And off he went. He was wagging his tail, and he looked back at me and smiled. I knew the horrible secret, but he did not.  I dream of Truman, see him, hear his tags. I'm so grateful we found him and that he was part of our lives.  

Living with them is so joyous.  Losing them is unbearable.

G'night.

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