The weirdest, eeriest schitt just happened. I went back to my office to get notes for some parts, went to the living room to call and order parts, and clean some green. The wifey had to pick up the grandkid. as she was leaving, I went back to the office and saw this, which was in an adjacent room(pointing towards Uranus). I ran outside to ask her why she did that. she thought it was me. there was a 5 mins between when I left the office and she went in for a paper. in the past, small things have disappeared then reappeared later in the same spot after exhausting searches. But nothing like this. I'm skeert! Someone hold me!
Nice celestron! What's the focal length/ what kind of eye pieces you got? Sincerely, fellow amateur astro observer / photographer Also.... So what happened?
I have ghosts that would take crap, then put it back. it was a weird at first then anoying. They've upped it by moving a big azz object and placed it on my chair and the wifes desk. Be zar. The stuff that had been happening recently was door knobs coming loose. I'm not talking about jiggly loose. I'm talking held onby just enuff threads on the screws. It's dark,and I'll think good thoughts til dawn. a few fatties is what the doc ordered for just this purpose.
See if they get some threadlock loose. Idk dude, could be coons with screwdrivers. Or you're going "señor" mode. Or both. Light up, face a comfortable armchair to the creaky door and hug the shotgun. whatever it is, it's trespassing. Make sure it ain't the wife.
focal length 900 mm (35 in), has a 45x and a 225x. Also has a 3x barrow lens. I've never gotten anything out of that. must be a secret. I've looked it up and mostly it is written to not bother with using it.
precisely why I don't own a gun. I got a wrist rocket, machete, and a big azz dog. I figger when the time comes, I get one from a tea bagger. I was standing behind one in the drug store last year. He had his glock in a holster in the small of his back. The voices in my head kept yelling, "Grab it!" said one. "Then fire off a few rounds", said another. "Just image the look on that fat fuggers face when you do!" said the last one before I yelled, "It wouldn't be right!"
I wish my wife's pooswah was haunted like that! The only way I can get her to react like that is whisper in her ear"Yer sister likes it just like this" and try to hold on for 8 seconds. It's called the Rodeo position
Early onset dementia. Sorry to hear it. Have witnessed a lot of it within my client base over the years. Regular folks, hard-working, have hearth & home, in their 40's even in their 30's sometimes: call us up to get them some measure of security at their home, because "they" are getting in and "they" are moving things around. The darnedest thing is, though, that "they" never take anything - - "they" just move stuff around. Usually personal items being moved around. And, of course, "they" is actually them - - they just don't realize it. And they never will realize it is their own doing. Bldg maintenance is usually blamed by these folks (the apartment dwellers). Almost always it's people who live alone. Normal, highly-functioning people with jobs, car payments, all of it normal. Except they're coming apart at the seams. Early onset dementia. Like I said, sorry to hear it - - good luck, enjoy the time you have left. I guess the positive thing is you can come back on here & post as someone else when that transition actually happens.
And there you have it, sparky. When waynetheinsaaaaaane arrives to pick you up, and tells you that he's your da-da, just roll with it. Save the children.
