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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (4811)	12/7/1997 11:25:00 AM
From: Janice Shell	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Nah. Until this century all but the very poorest mothers used wet nurses for their infants. The kids can't tell the difference. Milk is milk. And little babies'll grab anybody's tits, not just Mom's.

To: Rambi who wrote (4811)	12/7/1997 11:34:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Since I'm sure all of you are wondering about my mental state at this point, which may appear a little precarious, I'll explain. Yesterday as I went out to clean the pool skimmers, my foot sank into the ground about twelve inches. "Wow, it really must have rained hard last night!" I thought. But the rest of the yard being perfectly dry, I had to consider other alternatives. Of course, Dan is in Europe for the week; this house follows his schedule carefully and always plans its outages, failures, breakdowns accordingly. I went to the water meter and stared at it for a while. It was whirling around at a deadly speed, which I brilliantly concluded meant there was a leak somewhere in the system. I ran for a wrench, told everyone to flush one last time, and turned off the water, which the house has now been without since yesterday, and called 42 plumbers, all of whom were busy and one who wasn't but after he told me his rates, I know why. $90.00 up front because it was an emergency and then 130 an hour! "Well, what if I changed my mind and told you it wasn't an emergency?" I asked craftily. "But it is. Or you wouldn't be calling me on a Sat." I could feel his smirk. "You're a very bad person," I said and hung up. It's amazing the things you don't think about that use water. But we did fairly well until this morning when I realized that I had NO COFFEE WATER. You can imagine my panic. I thought about going out to the pool and filling the pot, but then I remembered my teakettle on the stove. That gave me about 2 cups worth and there was some in a toothpaste glass next to the sink, and some left in a thermos Ammo used for baseball several months ago. So I was able to make do, but it was a very hairy half hour there. I tell you all this to explain why my posts for the past twenty four hours may have the air of a woman on the edge, or at least a woman trying to take her mind off the fact that she is alone in a world filled with plumbers playing hard to get. The plumber is here now, he's very cute, sort of Bert Reynoldsish, or maybe I'm just very relieved, and he informs me that there is a leak somewhere. He's good. He's turning the water on for a few minutes so I need to run around the house and flush everything real fast. And water the cat and the Christmas tree. And fill the coffee pot.