Good Morning Base Campers!
Shop talk
Nothing – unless you have some …
... just:
I’m still thinking of our trek to The International Team – so civilized and cultured.
Did you know we were six nations there?
That’s if we count Fossaw as English as well as Danish.

Days with Tessa
For how long have I walked her?
Two weeks? Three?
stefada, I have really given it a lot of thought. Would a dog (or a cat) be for me?
No, a dog would not be for me – a cat would be higher on the list, but no cat either.
I’ll talk to any cats I meet when walking and let them charm me
– not when walking with Tessa, though.
She has very fixed opinions about cats.
She discovers a cat far quicker than I do – often I don’t see them.
But I know they are there when she – that little animal – starts snorting like a full grown pig
When we meet other dogs – even Chaser, August, or Paw – she sits,
and I stop and wait until she thinks it OK to get up again.
I don’t think she’s afraid. Just cautious. I don’t blame her.
She needs a haircut and has an appointment in two weeks.
All that fur makes her look fat, but she isn’t.
You should see us in motion
Tessa’s four little legs moving almost fast enough to blur.
We match walkwise.

I walk fast. She keeps up. She’s 12 years old and in fine shape.
The leash is limp!
When I walk her and her mother ever so slowly nights, she whizzes all over the place ....
What I like best about her looks is her ears.
They are really cute, an ideal size, and she can move them independently and she does.
Lately I have noticed her head looks like a gnu’s in many ways – this off, but very loveable antilope …
Her colors are that of a gnu also.
More than 50 Shades of Grey.
Except for her dark brown eyes and pink tongue.
She looks like a dog except for the gnu …
Her dimensions are good …
I think I like her as much as I shall ever like a dog.

That definitely makes it six nations, Fossaw

As always, my posts come with a delay...but I know you understand. <3
I feel the same, Little Mermaid, I feel that we understand eachother pretty well in our writings :)

The same way as you lived with a man for 45 years and he remains a mystery...I so far have not cracked the mystery of the social code in society. I feel odd and misplaced for my entire life. It was the same in elementary school, high-school, university, workplace and personal life. I'm like that children's toy with different geometrical shapes that one has to fit and feed through the correctly shaped holes. It seems I just can't make it right, and something inside of me makes almost every social situation feel mis-aligned, mis-interpreted and it just blocks my
brain from being meaningful.

Women are to me what overclocking probably is to you (don't know it it makes any sense, but to me at 1AM it sort of does...I think) :)
I have been raised to be be very respectful especially to girls/women. Despite what some say about equality all the way, it is very different to me to have to deal with a man and a woman. Women being ever harder though, perhaps as I am more concerned about not accidentally hurting a woman than I'd ever be to a man. You give your seat to a lady who enters a full bus and has nowhere to sit. Open the door for a lady to let her in first etc. Those things is how I was raised and still think about it. On the other hand such things may also be contributing to some extent in making it ever so harder to be in a social situation with a female than a male. Although even with males I feel awfully uncomfortable.
Perhaps if I would have had more understanding people/friends in my early school years and onwards it would have been easier. I don't know really.

I am very glad that you managed to find yourself though after 45 years of marriage. That really takes some guts and deserved respect!


Love deficiency is an interesting term. Well, it starts with being drained after work, and when I get home (to parents) I am pretty weak already. None of the things I thought of in the morning "I shall do this and than when I get home form work" no longer feel exciting or feasible. I just want to lay down in a bed and sleep. Which semi-often happens. Still, I know there are things to do and help out with and some days I succeed with more and some days with less. And that's the way it goes. I'm at a point where I'm sometimes thinking "should I feel ashamed of my so-called needs when things are the way they are? Are my need legitimate in this context? Am I being selfish if I choose to pursue what I believe are my needs? What are my needs anyway?" but I never get farther than that and just go on with life as usual. I believe I'm usually too exhausted after work to be able to actually get anywhere with anything.

Oh, I'm sorry I missed out on it being jokes :( I'm not very good at jokes historically I think. As a child when my sister joked around with me a lot I finally said - "no more jokes, I don't do jokes!"
Now as I am much older I of course do and like jokes, I'm just not very good at spotting things like that with the keyboards and the overclocking pars. I was just happy to get a chance to speak about computer hardware :)

If the cooling-a-phone is not a joke, I'd recommend using a fan to blow air onto it back or front. I did that when I crunched some WUs on some phones. :)

My father's back...yeah he doesn't know too well either what has happened but being overweight, sitting in an orchestral ditch playing viola in static postures all day long and in parallel to that work with being a distributor of commercial advertising papers running up and down a lot of stairs with much weight might have contributed perhaps. But we do not know for sure why. Doctor's say that surgery should help, but he has to lose some weight first...which is very easy when you are in pain as you move about I've heared...not... (a "not-joke"?)

Thank you for your kind words and thoughts, I appreciate you taking time! Thank you fir telling a bit about the municipality system in Denmark, it sound pretty decent, and in Sweden we have the same...in theory. In practice, people's bodies are found when neighbours feel a smell of rotten flesh from next-door. I've read some things about the Danish hospitals, how the hospital food is prepared by chefs and there is a menu to choose from and that the food is really good. Is it really true what I've read? Here, the newest hospital "Nya Karolinska sjukhuset" deosn't even have a kitchen. Instead they serve some frozen meals from some company and they simply heat it all in a microwave of sorts. As a consequence everything becomes the same temperaure - meat, salad, jam...and then people eat form that paper/plastic tray like animals. Also, we just had news today about some 12-year old who had to wait in the ER for help for 9 hours with a broken appendix. Another example from the other day was about a 90 year old who died waiting for help in the hospital (after 11 hours in the ER). healthcare systems of all kinds are failing in a dramatical fashion over here :(

On the topic of being organized. I'm sure things could become more organized, but I will only fail if I try. Because I can't make plans in my life. They always fail. Why is this? My brain basically can't let go of unfinished things, which makes me often work late and sometimes not. I never know how long anything will take me because I simply cannot leave it while being in the midst of it (solving a problem, doing something around the apartment etc). If I try what happens is that my brain will keep on thinking about the problem I left behind unfinished and then I won't be able to concentrate on other things that I need to do anyway, so I have come to the conclusion that it is much better to finish things to a state when I can leave them for an other day. And if I start to organize what's ahead I'll start thinking of tomorrow's problems today because brain gets reminded of them beforehand. It's complex and very OCD-ish of brain to do that, but is has done so for as long as I can remember. Sure, it did lead to good grades in school perhaps, but it's had a lot of consequences and very much still has. :/

Thank you for letting me continue to be open here and ventilate some things that need to. Most problems have solutions and I am aware that I am very afraid of going outside my comfort-zone, but things don't change over-night. And even if it does not seem like it, I actually have made progress in life (socially as well). Just that I must count my victories in very small steps, because that part of my life doesn't learn to run after learning to walk - it learns to walk further than last times, and I must be happy with that too. Sometimes I dis-learn to walk that far again and that is a pain of course.

Last time I travelled was in 2013, with only my sister, and after that she got her fiance and we haven't traveled together ever since. They go on romantic holidays and it happens at times when I am not able to take a vacation from work anyway so we are very out-of-sync unfortunately. Also, someone (me and parents) needs to care for her cat and dog while she hits the road (or air if by plane). I love the cat and dog and I'd love to have a cat since I'm a cat person but I can't even have that. But I'd like a Maine Coon if I'd be able to actually get one. I see you have also been thinking about dogs and cats, but it is not easy is it?

Thank you once again, you make many sound points even after such a short time of writing eachother - as you say 45 years of training makes a footprint.

Good night for now and thank you everyone for everything, for your posts, the trek and the support.

Au Base Camp, chaque jour est une aventure inattendue ?

Aujourd'hui, je ne sais pas pourquoi, j'ai envie de partager avec vous, tout ce que je sais sur le boomerang.

A l'origine, c'est une arme de chasse développée par les Aborigènes en Australie. Vu la topographie, la Nature, et comment ça fonctionne, on ne pouvait pas trouver mieux. (Une arme qui revient quand on rate, et pas besoin de recharger).

Comment on lance un boomerang ? (en mode droitier)

Il faut se mettre face au vent (l'animal ne peut pas nous sentir), puis aligner son bras à 45° vers la droite. Ensuite on met sa main à 5-10° sur la droite en verticale. Un bon coup de poignet pour enclencher la rotation, et c'est parti !

Pour un gaucher, il faut faire tout de l'autre coté, mais surtout, le boomerang en lui même doit être inversé !

Les principes de base d'une aile : Il faut un bord d'attaque, et un bord de fuite. Selon la physique des fluides, l'air qui passe au dessus, va le faire dans le même temps que celui qui passe au dessous. Ce qui entraîne une accélération sur le mouvement du dessus, ce qui entraîne une micro-dépression, qui donne la portance (ce qui fait qu'une aile permet de voler).



Une aile ça a un sens pour voler. (Un avion n'a pas la marche arrière en vol). C'est pareil pour un boomerang, c'est deux (ou plus) ailes collées.

Le truc qu'il ne faut surtout pas faire, sauf si on veut tester la solidité (ce que je faisais quand j'en fabriquais) : Le lancer à plat face au vent ! Il part tout droit comme un missile, au raz du sol, fait 'une chandelle' (c'est un terme aéronautique), et s'écrase en flèche sur le sol. J'en ai vu rebondir à 3m de haut ! Il fallait qu'ils passent le test 3 fois, pour que je les vendent (30 Francs, à l'époque, pour me faire de l'"argent de poche")

Ceux que je faisais n'étaient pas des armes, mais des 'jouets'. Il fallait au minimum un demi terrain de foot pour avoir assez de place, et ils revenaient entre 1 à 3m.

Et il suffit de rien, pour en faire un comme ça. Un morceau de contre-plaqué marine 8mm, une scie, et une rappe à bois.


NB: Pour la question que tu vas poser Little Mermaid, non, Louloup n'a pas encore appris tout ça. Je crois qu'il n'a pas encore compris pourquoi un frisbee vole, et qu'il ne pourrait pas sans les striures dessus (vous si ?). Il comprend surtout qu'il est fier de l'attraper au vol ...
---------
At Base Camp, every day is an unexpected adventure?

Today, I do not know why, I want to share with you, everything I know about the boomerang.

Originally, it is a hunting weapon developed by Aborigines in Australia. Given the topography, the Nature, and how it works, we could not find better. (A weapon that comes back when you miss, and no need to reload).

How do you launch a boomerang? (in right-handed mode)

We must face the wind (the animal can not feel), then align his arm at 45 ° to the right. Then put your hand at 5-10 ° on the right vertical. A good wrist shot to start the rotation, and go!

For a southpaw, you have to do everything on the other side, but most importantly, the boomerang itself must be reversed!

The basic principles of a wing: You need a leading edge, and a trailing edge. According to the physics of the fluids, the air that passes above, will do it at the same time as the one going below. This causes an acceleration on the movement of the top, resulting in a micro-depression, which gives the lift (which makes a wing can fly).



A wing makes sense to fly. (An airplane does not have reverse gear in flight). It's the same for a boomerang, it's two (or more) glued wings.

The thing that we must not do, unless we want to test the strength (what I did when I made it): The throw flat in the wind! It goes straight as a missile, to the ground, made 'a candle' (it's an aeronautical term), and crashes to the ground. I saw it bounce at 3m high! They had to pass the test 3 times, for me to sell (30 Francs, at the time, to make me "pocket money")

The ones I was doing were not guns, but 'toys'. It needed at least half a football field to have enough space, and they came back between 1 to 3m.

And just nothing, to make one like that. A piece of 8mm marine plywood, a saw, and a wooden rapper.


NB: For the question you're going to ask Little Mermaid, no, Louloup has not learned all that yet. I think he has not figured out yet why a Frisbee flies, and he could not without the streaks on it (you so?). He especially understands that he is proud to catch him flying ...

>>> Every loose item in our cabin slided with the waves.

The past of slide is slid, not slided.