...Izee's Thread

[MageNathaniel1]

Love the desrciption of your panther lair rp smiles

An unusual reaction on the music performance, happy it resolved. Do you by chance habe issues with low blood sugar? That may explain it as the wine would have raised it back up fast.

Always good when someone wins against the irs lol.

Happy you have the inactive license back and hope all goes well with the ce courses.

[Izee]

...Cats...again...

I am POSITIVE  that they are intelligent ALIENS that just come here to visit and torment us.  I mean, look at THIS one...it is making the human entertain it, as it acts BORED!!!  I mean...THINK OF IT!!!  If I was laying on a ledge, and little hammers were rising and hitting me in the head, and my body...(Sounds like a sex game my Ex and I used to play...I usually lost the dice roll, and got naked and laid down and got hit...not gonna say what with...but...it didn't hurt... ...I would get up and walk away.  But this kittie gato just stays where it is

https://youtu.be/k5mRmbiJ5l4.

Cats love me, I don't know why, but one female persian REALLY loved me...I would feed her when her family went on vacation.  I would pull the hidden lever to get in through the gate, and then use a key to get into the playroom, and she would look at me.  She was always laying on a couch, and would gaze at me, and when I walked to the cabinet that held her food, she would get off the couch and come over.  She would rub against my ankles, no doubt trying to kill me, she KNEW that I was ALLERGIC to cats, but I would prepare her bowl of food, make sure that the bowl was clean and scoop the food into it, and wipe the rim, and then set it down.  I would wash out the water bowl, clean it, and add clean water, and set it down.  I would pet her before I left, she would purr, she was happy...a human was serving her, and she was eating.

I would have to scrub my arms and hands when I got back, but at times, if I stayed too long, a rash would develop and last for a couple days.

One afternoon, I was tearful, and unhappy, I was having a number of problems, and well...puberty wasn't easy for me.  I was sitting on the ground by our peach tree, a half eaten Alberta Freestone sitting beside me...I couldn't eat any more, and I was softly crying.  I then heard loud purring, and the persian and two other cats I had never seen before were looking at me.  I held out my arms, and the persian crawled into them, and I held her.  The other two cats settled around me, and...

...I got relaxed and happy...I mean...kitties are comforting...I stayed with them for a long time...

...But...I had to get into the bathroom and shower, and then got HAULED INTO THE ER...to get a shot and a breathing treatment...and stayed in the hospital overnight.  I had had the MOTHER OF ALL ASTHMA ATTACKS!!!

...Damn kitties ALMOST killed me...but...I survived.

I was very careful around kitties after that, I would just use my right palm to pet one, and would wash right away.

[MageNathaniel1]

I am sure they were just trying to comfort you. Cats are quite smart and very intuitive. Smiles.  Mine is usually an attention hog wanting to be petted most of the time.

[Izee]

...*Grins*  I agree, Nate, cats like me, and like sitting around me, I will bring them treats.  A few times, I would bring out a can of tuna, open it, and feed it to the cats.  The persian wasn't fond of 'kipper snacks'...I love them, and would sit outside eating one.  She would come over, sniff, and take a bite as I held a morsel out, and then walk away.  The neighbors liked to hire me when I was a kid, to watch over their pets when they were on vacation.  I was very careful, and made sure that the food and water was clean, and would visit with them.  I would hold the neighbors guinea pig when I fed her, and walk around, carrying her, and then let her loose on the lawn to feed.  I would sit by her, watching her, and take her back to her cage when she was full.  She actually got to recognize me, I guess by my smell...and would make that whistling sound when I entered the garage.  She was a nice animal.

We had pet rats when we lived in an Apt.  We had three males, once, I didn't want a mix of sexes...didn't want to have 837 rats running around...so we always kept the same sexed animals.  They are VERY smart animals.  We would open the door to the cage, and let them go in and out as they wanted.  We 'Ratproofed' some cabinets and doors, didn't want them to go in there.  One male was a bully, I would hear squeaking, and one of the other rats would run across, the floor...and JUMP into my lap.  Rats can jump very far, probably one of the reasons that they are such a successful rodent.  I would hold it, and the 'bully rat' would run up, look at me...and the rat that I was holding, and probably think, "I wanna beat up that prick, but don't want tae tangle with a human"...and waddle away.  They would calm down.

[MageNathaniel1]

Animals are a good judge of character. That they like you says a lot.

Lol on the bully rat but at least the others knew where to go for protection.

One night my cat came charging in the bedroom, jumped from about half way accrois the room and landed in the middle of the bed then ran to me, waking me up. I put one arm around her and started petting her with the other hand she was obviously scared of something. She slowly calmed down as I was petting her and started purring, eventually falling asleep next to me. I never found out what scared her but she knew where to go for protection.

[Izee]

...My girl scout troop would sing this at the end of a meeting...I insisted.  We would raise our right hands, and lower them, and hold them up at the end.  I just thought that it was a tribute to others before us, and that it signaled that whatever had occurred during the day was over.  But, it calmed us...

https://genius.com/Daniel-a-butterfield-taps-lyrics

[Izee]

...I am going to post this work, again...I had a mental 'orgasm' when we performed it, once.  At the end, the cellos set a beat, and maintain it.  I had my 3rd finger on the note, and was staring at the conductor, moving my bow in cadence with his baton.  My section was following me, I could hear them.  (The outside players said that they watched my bow, and moved theirs the same)...I got louder, and louder, HAMMERING THE BOW...and they DID TOO!!!   

...I did briefly black out...but my hands were playing well...and my vision came back...at the end...that was scary, my mind was alert, and I was moving my arms,,,but I was blind for a while.  I sat, and got off of the stage, and was...confused.  I had no idea of how playing music would cause me to go blind...but it did.

https://youtu.be/bKFRXjv2Bjs

[Izee]

Sailplanes, gotta get my ass back in one...

I LOVED flying them.  I mean, here I was, a young woman, sitting in a small cockpit, in a plane that did NOT have an engine.  I didn't want to fly regular airplanes, I mean, they were just like driving a car, just turn on the engine, fly around, land, and turn off the engine.  I was having some personal challenges, so sitting in a plane that didn't have an engine...BY MYSELF...made me focus my mind.  I usually didn't have a radio, so, I was ALONE!!! 

I enjoyed the tow, it was relaxing...I would waggle my rudder at the tow pilot, to let him know that I was strapped in, and ready.  He would waggle his back, and take off.  I would waggle my rudder as I picked up speed, to stay directly behind the tow, if I got off to the side, I could crash him.  Also, I had to stay below him, if I rose up, he could be forced into the ground.  So, we pilots trusted each other.  I stopped my waggle, when I got off the ground, and focused on his tail.  I kept directly behind him, and didn't get too high, or too low.  He would take me towards the foothills, thermals were there, and I would watch my altimeter.  I had paid for a tow to a certain altitude, and would pull the lever that attached me to the towline when we reached it, and bank hard to the right.  The tow would dive to the left, so the towline was far from me.  I would circle a few times, just to get settled down, and then...

...FLY!!!   

A few times, I lost too much altitude, and flew back to the field after about 20 minutes.  I was PISSED when I had to do that...I had paid for an HOUR!!!  But, I lost the extra, that was part of the rules.  If you landed too early, well, welcome to sailplaning...if you landed later...well...better have some cash.  When I was up for an hour and a half, I landed because I didn't have anymore cash on me, and promised the Owner that I would pay for the 30 minutes, the next week.  He just laughed, patted me on the head, and said, "We were worried that you had crashed, it was only your second solo, don't worry about the extra fee."  He then questioned me about where the thermals and waves were, and I described them, and he told other sailplane pilots about them. 

I was very relaxed, flying the Kestral, a high performance sailplane.  I also figured that I looked good in it...it was bright white, and I am a mixed anglo/hispanic, so my dark hair was nice.  I also did my makeup well, I wanted to look nice for the Kestral.  (I also dressed up for my cellos...once...Catherine wasn't responding well...so I refreshed my lipstick, and she sounded better.)  So, I flew the Kestral, he liked the way I looked, and we flew well, together.  I freshened my lipstick before we took off...if I spiraled into the ground, I wanted to look good as I screamed.   

I could have stayed up for hours, the thermals and waves were very strong, and I rode one thermal to 12,000 feet, and got out.  I sailed around, feeling very happy.  There wasn't much sound, and I turned off the radio, no need for me to talk to anyone.  We were near the Naval Air Station, and I stayed clear of their landing pattern when I was that high, didn't want to see a sidewinder missle heading at me.  That would have been uncomfortable. 

I flew, and did soft spirals to keep below 10,000 feet.  I did spin, a few times, for practice, and gritted my teeth as I looked straight down at the ground...and pulled out. 

I turned the radio on, and told the base that I was alive, and would be back.  I was too high on my downwind approach, and got into a sideslip to lose altitude. I was flying sideways, and looked out the left side of the cockpit to see where I was heading.

I landed well, and petted the plane as I got out, and it was taken away to be checked and serviced.

I checked online, and 1-26's are for sale, and I can easily afford one.  I flew one before, and did well.  A Kestral is VERY expensive, and the hanger fee and such would be a lot.  I should really find a field, and take lessons, and get my Qualified license, and buy a 1-26.  I could just pack it into it's trailer, and bring it home after flying it.

[Izee]

...Landing a sailplane...

I enjoyed landing.  I mean...it had to be done right...THE FIRST TIME...I couldn't circle around, and try again.  I would tell myself, as I headed towards the field...

..."At least you won't CRASH AND BURN...you will just crash...flip around the field, and your parents will be sent a bill for the plane."

I would get into the downwind leg, and look at the Eucaliptous trees to the left.  I would see how high I was, and I would look at the wind sock.  I would check my airspeed, and pull the airbrakes up a little, if necessary.  I would bank hard, to the left, to get into the base leg, and level out, and check my airspeed, and look around for any other planes.  There was no control tower, and no radio, so my eyes had to serve me well.  I banked hard, again to the left, and lined up on the runway.  I would pull the airbrakes up full, and the plane got VERY noisy...but I was ignoring the sound, and just looking ahead.  I would touch down, and push the stick forward...there was a thick piece of wood on the nose, so I would skid to a stop.  I would quickly pop the canopy, unstrap myself, and climb out.  I mean, I was on the runway.  I would grab a pipe that stuck out of the nose of the plane, push it down to raise the tail of the plane, and push the plane off the runway.  Sometimes, I would push the plane to the parking area, but usually, some men would want to help this small girl, and they would take the plane away from me, and get it back.

I would buy a coke from the machine, and sit for a while with the other pilots, and talk about my flight.  They would talk about theirs, and I would listen, and learn. 

One guy liked me, he was an old man, much too old for me to get serious, but he took me up in the 2-32.  I sat in the front, he was behind me, and we flew.  I piloted the takeoff, and the release, and flew for a while.  He then took over, and I placed my hands in my lap and watched.  He was an AMAZING PILOT...I learned a lot.  We had the same instruments in front of us, and he would call my attention to them as we flew.  We both laughed when the left wing was pushed up...he banked, and circled, and got into the thermal.  We circled and talked.  I was looking at the ground when I turned my head to the right.  He asked how I flew, and I spoke of how I watched the instruments, I added that my butt flew the plane, it would push up at me when I was in a thermal, and the left and right buttcheeks would signal if I was approaching a thermal.  I would get into a deep right bank, when right buttikins pushed up at me. 

He laughed, and said that his butt also helped him fly.

So, when you get on a plane, ask the Pilot how his butt feels.   

[MageNathaniel1]

Love your stories. On the flying have heard one uses all of their senses to pilot a plane, so..... lol.

[Izee]

...Being a GOOD MOMMY!!!!   

Yesterday, my daughter mentioned that she and her H needed to buy a car, one of their cars has become undependable, and she does a lot of driving.  They asked if I would co-sign on a loan, since my credit was better, and I agreed.  We went to the Kia dealership, and I sat in the lounge, and surfed the web, until I was summoned to the Finance office.  I sat, and listened, and looked at documents, and then...

...I BOUGHT THE DAMN CAR!!!  It is a cute, Kia Sorento, bright red.     My interest rate was very low, based on my credit, theirs was much higher.  They will arrange to have the monthly payments taken out of their checking account, so things should be OK.  They both have jobs, and live modestly, and are responsible.  And, I do believe that parents should help out their children, mine helped me.  (And I am helping my Mother, now... )  I told them that if they missed a payment, I would show up and take the car.  It wouldn't theft, legally, I am the OWNER!!! 

So, an interesting day.

[MageNathaniel1]

Happy you were able to help them just do make sure it is only registered in their name otherwise you become liable in any accident they may get in or if they get parking tickets your car can be booted etc if they do not pay them.

[Izee]

...As a very young child, I helped TEAR APART A REAL MILITARY BASE!!!!

A Naval AF Base was up for auction, and the next door neighbor bought an office building.  My parents let me go with his family after title and such was transfered, and we children SWARMED THE BUILDING!!!  We opened all of the doors, and opened the desks of drawers, and found a LOT OF STUFF!!!  There were no weapons, but we found packs, canteens, maps, and other such items.  We hoarded them all, I took a map into 'show and tell' in my school, and the Principal called me in, and asked me where I had gotten it.  My parents had to confirm my story.

We played 'Army' back then, I don't think children do that anymore.  I declared that I was a 'General'...since I had REAL ARMY STUFF!!!  I had a helmet, a backpack, two bandoleers, and an ammo belt around my waist.  I had a realistic looking Colt 45, and a kid stole it...I was upset.

The neighbor brought back stacks of lumber, and set them in the open field beside his home.  We kids explored the stacks, and made 'forts'.  There was a large, open area, inside a stack, that was my headquarters.  My 'Men'...mostly girls...would meet with me as we planned an attack.  But...

I had found a small place, deep inside a stack, that I didn't tell anybody about...

I would just sit there...alone...it was dark...

[MageNathaniel1]

Sounds fun. We used to play army as well in an open field or forest near where I grew up. Did not have any real army gear though just plastic versions lol.  Though in rotc we were at a competition one year and they had set us up in a general's office. During my part of the competition, the onez who stsyed in the office apoarently got a bit rowdy just as the general came to his office for something. He took ine look around and just said OUT.

[Izee]

...I was executed...playing 'Army'

I was the general, and we lost the game.  The bastards hauled me out into the field, and made me stand.  I looked at them as they pointed the plastic weapons at me, and they made gunshot sounds, and I fell down.  They left, and I got up, and walked back to my home.  I was very unhappy for a long time.  I mean, I was playing an act, and figured that we would all laugh, and I would get up, and we would get back together...but...they just walked away.

That event affected my whole life...I mean...we were playing a game...and I thought that we would have fun.

But...they MEANT IT!!!  They went through the event, and were happy that I was dead.  NO ONE CAME UP TO ME AND COMFORTED ME!!!

I stayed very clear of ANY relationship after that...I was scared of being taken in, and discarded.

I stayed off by myself as I mastered the piano and cello, and earned a Doctorate, and made the IRS change a regulation.  I made much over the 2.5 million that I saved...I made a LOT more for others.  But, my Ex took off with half, as I was calming down, and figuring out what to do, next in my life.

I had a long walk, today, using my WALKER!!!  I am in fairly good health, but my legs are weak, and my balance isn't good.  I walked in the back yard, first, holding my cane, but was unsteady, so I brought my walker.  Last thing I wanted to do, was to call a cab to take me the 1/2 mile back home.  I was chuckling at times, people, seeing me, probably thought that I was a crippled lady, on Gov't assistant...but I can buy a Mercedes Benz...with what is in my checking account...and not touch my savings...and see my checking account grow next month.

My planning for the future was financial...I wanted to be comfortable...and my H could only hold down a job in the food service industry.  But, I fell in love with him in college, and just 'stayed friends' with the Heir of the Olympia Beer Company.  Bad choice, on my part...I could have lived up North, in a mansion, and had nice beer whenever I wanted.