tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post1288449101776900377..comments2024-01-12T11:26:35.176-05:00Comments on Working Stiffs: POOL CUES AND PAINT CANS - My Halfway JobWorking Stiffshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270595837074553752noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-59801834832606589782007-10-10T20:28:00.000-04:002007-10-10T20:28:00.000-04:00No, Gina, I think you're wrong. As long as a memo...No, Gina, I think you're wrong. As long as a memoir has a theme (like a scrappy woman makes good by way of her wits and---uh---scrappiness) or is a story that speaks to a generation (coming of age in the 60s) or is a compelling story (in spades!) I think you've got a memoir that Oprah would really go for. At the very least, I hope you're stockpiling all these blogs. <BR/><BR/>Or we could try framing you for a series of murders....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-12846670595942709002007-10-10T13:03:00.000-04:002007-10-10T13:03:00.000-04:00The prisoners were lucky to have your youthful hel...The prisoners were lucky to have your youthful help at that point in their journey back to mainstream, Gina.<BR/><BR/>I did a bat rescue myself at a friend's house in McKees Rocks, and then helped with another at the Rivers Club. Very satisfying. If I'd only known, we could have relocated the little buddies to Joyce's yard.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-70342599625768088602007-10-10T11:01:00.000-04:002007-10-10T11:01:00.000-04:00See, Nancy, the problem with writing a memoir is t...See, Nancy, the problem with writing a memoir is that I think you have to be famous for something else before it will sell. Like if I saved a bunch of children from a burning school or turned out to be a serial killer -- then I could sell a memoir.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-36899355506060600572007-10-10T10:27:00.000-04:002007-10-10T10:27:00.000-04:00How's the memoir coming, Gina????How's the memoir coming, Gina????Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-32311381714404492007-10-10T09:53:00.000-04:002007-10-10T09:53:00.000-04:00A few years ago, I was on a walking tour of Wales ...A few years ago, I was on a walking tour of Wales and my group stayed in a bed and breakfast in an old renovated mansion. A portion was inhabited by horseshoe bats who could not be moved because they are a protected species. Signs in guest rooms advised us to feel lucky if a bat chose to visit, and warned us not to harm it. In the evening, we repaired to a landing by a window and sipped sherry while watching the wee critters fly out of the eaves and off into the night. <BR/><BR/>This refined encounter was preferable to the time some friends and I were chased out of Frick Park at dusk by dive-bombing bats.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-57682409013930762222007-10-10T08:49:00.000-04:002007-10-10T08:49:00.000-04:00We have a bat house in our yard, but so far have o...We have a bat house in our yard, but so far have only seen one bat. We're trying to attract them as they eat thousands of insects--and they're cute.Joyce Tremelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00498392016497131719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-83997427818548381212007-10-10T08:42:00.000-04:002007-10-10T08:42:00.000-04:00I was awakened at 3 one morning in my Crafton firs...I was awakened at 3 one morning in my Crafton first-floor apt. by a traumatized bat bouncing against the walls and two freaked out cats. I opened the kitchen door then grabbed a broom, planning to air-sweep the creature out of the apt. It worked. Later, my landlord told me that bats seek out drafts--open doors, open windows, chimney flues. Something to keep in mind the next time one of those cute little animals pays you an unexpected visit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-55468317654365344362007-10-10T08:30:00.000-04:002007-10-10T08:30:00.000-04:00Tory -My first reaction was to be creeped out by t...Tory -<BR/>My first reaction was to be creeped out by the bat, too, but Nancy (not our Nancy, the one I was with) and I realized that if we raised a fuss someone was likely to come in swinging a broom or a bat (the wooden kind), which might kill or seriously injure the poor creature. We were a bit skittish while capturing it, though. Luckily, Nancy was a dog trainer/breeder, so she had some experience dealing with mammals.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-45983389217927398302007-10-10T06:41:00.000-04:002007-10-10T06:41:00.000-04:00A bat once got into a house I was living in with 3...A bat once got into a house I was living in with 3-4 other people. I screamed and ran to another room, slamming the door. After a minute, the bat appeared in that room. It was sort of like being in a horror film.<BR/><BR/>Upon analysis I realized the bat climbed between rooms through the heating ducts and followed the lights I turned on in each room. At the time, however, with my rational brain sleep-fogged, I though I was living in a nightmare.<BR/><BR/>The next day, one of my housemates said, "I thought you were being raped." Way to intervene! She was in med. school, too, so I hope she was better able to do something about a situation by the time she became a doctor.<BR/><BR/>Congratulations on keeping your head during the bat rescue operation. The bat in our house did finally get out, I think through an open window.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com