Camy's Thang!!!

Camy, from your description of your neighbours it sounds like you moved to Australia. Or perhaps the girl was from Oz; she certainly has the language down pat.If she is still there on Monday let me know and I will get the Australian secret police to pick her up and ship her back to whichever drongo suburb she escaped from.I have this image in my mind of an emu peeking around the curtains with wide-eyed astonishment at the carryings-on. I imagine a cup of tea was much needed afterwards. Perhaps you can get the broadband supplier to provide some cucumber sandwiches.

That's all well in good but I wanna know about the "important" things about the new place.Like what's your new favorite room!!!! Have the neighbors complained YET about the noise you make. In the words of my favorite Emu, finish the damn story already.Jason (not an Australian )

Have the Altar Guild ladies called on you yet?

Altar Guild? Not sure what the equivalent would be on this side of the big pond. Possibly Women's Institute but I doubt it. Much less religion over here!Just think, Camy, those flights of stairs are going to build the muscles in your legs and in no time you'll be Linford Christie fit!

Wait. Visits from women? In a guild? En masse? I'm not sure I like the sound of that. The watchtower mob are bad enough.The stairs are actually a very good thing. Not that I couldn't live without them ... but having them, and having my space on the top floor is either going to off me, PDQ, or, as Bruin so rightly says, give me muscles like a, umm, chap with, erm, muscles.

I never did hear exactly, or at all, why you moved. If it's a private reason, then obviously, keep it that way. But if it isn't, I'm curious.Now you get to deal with neighbors. Er, that is, neighbours. What a thrill!C

Camy's move to town makes great sense. The answer lies in the Wiki article:

They are curious and nosy animals who are known to follow and watch other animals and humans.

Also, since they do not have opposed thumbs, it takes at least two of them to change a light bulb.

Right! That's it! :( An emu I might be, but I have feelings, James. And I could have done that where I was: emus are good with telescopes. Lightbulbs aren't a problem either, as we have humans, often poets, to do that for us. ;)The reason we moved, Cole, was because the rent was a lot cheaper. Also, I don't have to drive a lot now (gas is super expensive over here), and there's work available. Those are the pragmatic reasons. The other one is that we're sociable birds and I was starting to turn into a hermit.

Thanks. So, while you're dwelling on and getting smacked in the face by the negative, the postive is still out there waiting for you.I think nostalgia is doing you in.C

Umm ... yes? Or possibly no. The fact of the matter - the universal truth, if you will - is that we're all living in the spiral arm of the galaxy light years from anywhere interesting. If I'm nostalgic it's for that little bar in the mountains on Alpha Centauri where I first met him. Ah, those were the days....