Hi, HofT, et al.
Yep, I gather it is so, re spybots.
I attribute much of my spam to some friendly post by me of my email on abuzz long ago, still floating there in one of my thousands of posts on multiple subjects. Were I saner, I'd change my email address, but I LIKE my email address.
We live and learn, don't we Osso.......or some of us do, in any case. I would never have guessed it, had I not been warned in time.
Yes, HofT.........the treehouse and yes we have heat in the pool. Betty and Bob require it, you know. Watch the electronics, because I'm dripping wet!
Heated pool sounds great, but I cant swim - and it has been ages since I climbed a tree, but am willing to give the treehouse a try !
Funny ytou should mention the other site Osso I visited there a couple of weeks ago and had a difficult time signing in because I could not remember my old e-mail when I was active there and I took a guess and entered one of my free e-mails. Low and behold I was able to enter the site as one of my imposters, hehe. What a shock.
Obviously taken from that list of e-mails we all singed up for years ago sigh.
Gautam, I cannot swim either may I join you in the tree house. We could have martinis and throw our olives at all the swimers or maybe not.
Hi Joanne, nice to see ya.
Now first, the treehouse is equipped with stairs. They wind around the tree in a most artistic fashion (built by an unnamed toolbelt guy of my acquaintance and with Wassau's approval). So all are welcome. The treehouse has the capacity for many cafe goers at one time. The tree is big (unusual for NYC, I know, but this is actually a magical place anyway and I can't abide a literal mind) and it accommodates a very large house.
And for you two, Gautum and Joanne (self admitted non-swimmers), you might want to place yourselves a distance from HofT's electronics and the magnificent slide that empties into the pool.
Oh, and watch out for Betty and Bob (seal pups). They make regular use of the slide and leave very messy watery spots on the treehouse floor between the stair landing and the slide entrance. Don't slip down the slide. We'll have to carry out an emergency rescue.........now that I think about it, that might be fun. Would either of you enjoy a good rescue?
Oh look, it's Maxine and Malcolm mouse, all dressed up for the first time this season in their cute itty bitty bathing suits. Look at the red polka dots on Max's white suit! Very sexy. And Malcolm! How daring you have become. Where did you get that little Puma thong? Showing off? Well, let me compliment you both. You have much to be proud of.
You know, I've been thinking this morning. The cafe is a very nice place to hang out. Nice and liberal. (Non-liberal people are welcome but only those with thick skins.) HofT is so far the only conservative distinguishing herself in this way. Or I can't think of another. Oh, I do hope I have not offended someone by forgetting and giving proper credit.
We have tool belt guys galore, artists and appreciators of art. The cafe is, after all, the headquarters for the protection of artistic freedom and human integrity.
Anyway, this is a fun place and we've neglected it far too long.
<knock, knock>
May I come into the treehouse, too? Wassau sent me out here with a pitcher of sangria...
Wow, Lola this is going to be fun, fun, fun. A real tree house. I like the fact that there are stairs as my three climbing days may be behind me.
We could have an over night before it gets to hot and humid.
Yes! Let's overnight. And then we can carry on tomrrow and all week end as well.
Welcome Eva......it's been too long.
Sangria anyone? I think I'll sit back here and drink a little before I take my first slip down the slide. HofT, wanna join me?
I like that thermal spa and pool photo Walter showed (uh, where was it, I think on the Euro 2005 a2k meet thread..), that was very appealing. My out of shape self couldn't swim an olympic pool lap right now, but I'd sure like the opportunity to get back to swimming condition. I didn't learn until I was forty, having only taken lessons as far as doing the "dog paddle" before. Took me a while to learn to breathe right doing the crawl stroke - one needs to attend to the nuances of gliding smoothly through the water at the same time one is borderline apopletic about getting some air. I suppose it is easier if one is in good shape already and just has to learn pacing, etc. But even I learned all that long ago and could swim a mile in some kind of reverie.
So, I'll get in the virtual pool, thanks for the invite. I'll be resting at the side a bit.
LOL - what between the slide and the Cafe darling doggies coming out of the pool and shaking off tons of water I've moved my electronics to the treehouse attic. Sangria drinkers, martini olive throwers and wet critters of all descriptions are welcome to jump off treehouse platform into deep end of pool - or alternatively follow our hostess gracefully down the slide!
Corgi personae can't do graceful terribly well. Stallwart and fairly tenacious, that's us. Olives? Oohhhh, olives!!! Well, corgis probably shouldn't have unpitted ones, but I can..
Treehouses with olives are treehouses which have, perhaps in a strong storm, lost the necessary "no girlz alowd" sign.
Causing trouble over here, too, blatham? Shame on you. And I was just getting ready to pour you a tall glass of sangria. Too bad...Here, Gautam, this one's for you.
Osso, would you hold the pitcher for me? I think I'll try out that slide. I'm not much of a swimmer, but nobody can float better than me.
<SPLOOSH!>
ignore blatham's "no girls allowed" bluster.......we all know he can't live without us. Hey, <whispering> let's push him down the slide when he's off his guard. That should start an impressive war.
Oh, Blossom, there you are. How've you been? You must be starting college next year.
Oh Gawd. There she is in her tiny little thong bikini again. Suddenly I feel like the Great White Whale.
Blossom dear, I think I hear your father calling you....
Sangria would be nice we will be singing like birds soon. The moon is bright tonight.
Dressed by the soft lights, barely visible, barely audible, Joe plays the little electric piano. You didn't know he could play like that, or at all, did you? Well, neither did he till he picked the thing up and placed it on that tabletop. The keys suddenly made sense to him, his hands seemed to remember ten thousand ways of making music and he began, first by having a kind of musical conversation with himself.
('How's this?'..[tiny low tone bass run] yeah okay, but how's this.....[chinky, dinky, chinky dinky blahblahblah..?......." uh huh, yeah yeah" and this.....[four chord sub junky funk bop run] Oo, you hurting me'......)
Then there was a quiet burst of genius, tunes came dripping, slipping out of that keyboard, no, no, no, I meant more like he was sipping, you know, he'd play just a little of some classic - A Train - some **** like that, you know, just the notes, you know, after the BLaaahh blah dah dah BLAh dah, just those next nice notes, maybe nine of them, and then.... he'd start to dance around them, make a big long, pearly, twirly run and then ....just sip, just a little sip.... from the actual tune. .....!!...~~~~~! yeah.... people talking all around, clanking glasses, gawddam sirens down on the street, he's watching his hands on that keyboard, watching for the light, the soft light, the right light, the way to go.
He played like that for most of the night, Coltrane, Peterson, Davis, Gershwin, just a murmuring under the conversations, music like water, music like the crystal glimmer of the frozen vodka shots on his table,~~~~~~ about four I turned to some friends of mine and asked if they wanted to uptown to the Lyric for breakfast and when I turned back around he was gone.
Funny thing though, I never heard the music stop.
J
The cafe is a magical spot in the busy city....just mind the huge blue caterpillar in the treehouse.
I dont need stairs to my tree house !!
I am young and hun... never mind