Simon:
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CoCo
looks like the forum went down (right after i went to bed, doh!)..
i really should get some monitoring setup but it's been pretty rock solid for ages so i've never bothered.. must be something todo with all the tinkering i've been doing and the background job i started running yesterday.. anyway, sorry for anyone who's been trying to access the site..
Simon:
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CoCo
using that, which and who to introduce clauses and when to use commas:.
the little boy who lives next door is a noisy, hell-raising brat.
"who lives next store" describes one little boy in particular, not the entire neighborhood of nice and respectful children; therefore, that clause is not set off by commas.
As always, Terry, many thanks for your wise words and humble questioning over that which truly matters.
I say "I dunno" a lot, too! You alliterate most deliciously . . .
Best.
CC
detective walter m. friday -- able, determined, gritty -- lurched out the grime-stained door bearing his name, not bothering to lock up the dingy office he called headquarters and home, the tiny walled-in box hunkered down in just another sad and typically squalid ghetto of his beloved city by the bay.
feel the enwrapping fog, hear the muffled neighborhood screams and cries, disappear into nothingness .
not one to spill his guts or lavish affection indiscreetly, yet this rudely handsome loner, detective friday, harbored a hidden, smoldering passion for his life's love -- work -- no concern for his person or ravages of the heart, ever certain to lie in a path not yet trod.. .
Thanks, Bizzy, for your ever welcomed posts!
I was concerned about the spate of bullets in my pats because there was no other explanation for my indigestion. I don't want to digest yet . . .
LOVE PGW!
Many thanks, dear Bee.
CoCo
using that, which and who to introduce clauses and when to use commas:.
the little boy who lives next door is a noisy, hell-raising brat.
"who lives next store" describes one little boy in particular, not the entire neighborhood of nice and respectful children; therefore, that clause is not set off by commas.
Using that, which and who to introduce clauses and when to use commas:
The little boy who lives next door is a noisy, hell-raising brat.
"Who lives next store" describes one little boy in particular, not the entire neighborhood of nice and respectful children; therefore, that clause is not set off by commas. Those four highlighted words comprise a restrictive clause.
My brother, who lives in Tibet, is not a spiritual man.
"Who lives in Tibet" is not essential to the sentence. Bro could live in Brooklyn Heights and still not be a spiritual man.
Who is used when people are the subject.
Mother's portrait, which had been hanging over the fireplace mantle, is in need of restoration because of faulty fluing.
"which had been hanging over the fireplace mantle" is helpful but nonessential information. Use which to introduce a non-restrictive clause and set it off with commas.
The book that was stolen from the library was a first edition.
"that was stolen from the library" is a restrictive clause, introduced by that, and is not set off by commas. It is one book amongst thousands that was pilfered.
my dear granny hasn't been feeling well for some time and has had a problem keeping anything down.
she had lost a lot of weight and gone for many tests.
those tests came back and on friday we were told she has cancer of the pancreas.
Love to you and dear Granny, LouBelle.
So very sorry.
CoCo
detective walter m. friday -- able, determined, gritty -- lurched out the grime-stained door bearing his name, not bothering to lock up the dingy office he called headquarters and home, the tiny walled-in box hunkered down in just another sad and typically squalid ghetto of his beloved city by the bay.
feel the enwrapping fog, hear the muffled neighborhood screams and cries, disappear into nothingness .
not one to spill his guts or lavish affection indiscreetly, yet this rudely handsome loner, detective friday, harbored a hidden, smoldering passion for his life's love -- work -- no concern for his person or ravages of the heart, ever certain to lie in a path not yet trod.. .
"Can I help? I offered.
"What a mess!" she wailed. "Something soaked through the bag and the bottom fell out. Oh, look! I shouldn't have put all my eggs in one basket. My goodness!"
Not one to cry over spilled milk, I took the gooey carton from her hand and tossed the scrambled eggs into a nearby trash can. I bolted over to the newsstand, dropped four bits down the coin slot and opened the glass door, pulling out the last copy of The Evening Post Gazette. Rising from her knees and straightening up, the young woman watched quietly as I clumped her remaining groceries onto the center of the spread-out newspaper. I drew up the north, south, east and west corners of the rag and folded them over the contents.
"My, you're a knight in shining armor," she sighed.
"Well, thanks," I laughed, "but I'm afraid my armor's a bit rusty."
detective walter m. friday -- able, determined, gritty -- lurched out the grime-stained door bearing his name, not bothering to lock up the dingy office he called headquarters and home, the tiny walled-in box hunkered down in just another sad and typically squalid ghetto of his beloved city by the bay.
feel the enwrapping fog, hear the muffled neighborhood screams and cries, disappear into nothingness .
not one to spill his guts or lavish affection indiscreetly, yet this rudely handsome loner, detective friday, harbored a hidden, smoldering passion for his life's love -- work -- no concern for his person or ravages of the heart, ever certain to lie in a path not yet trod.. .
It's a nasty night; the weather is dirty. If I was smart I'd stay indoors and let the world take care of its own worries. Who says I'm smart?
Pulling myself up and out of the old lounger I piled into earlier, I'm remembering the promise I made earlier. I can't shake it. It niggles me like a corkscrew, winding itself in and then coming out, causing pain and screams. She had to be so unforgettable, so downright needy.
I was taken in by her that night she was leaving the corner market and her grocery bag tore open. Everything inside spilled out and plunked onto the sidewalk. Folks going either way minded their own important business and scurried on . . . to the bar or to wailing kids at home or to who know where. Glancing at the poor woman -- dressed plain and sort of average looking -- I walked over from the lamppost I was holding up and offered a brief word and helping hand.
juust saying .
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Don't stab me with a fork till I'm done . . .
I learned about detachment from attending Al-Anon meetings. No more CoCo a doormat!
Hi, Hortensia, btw!
CC
i try to forget remembrance past, admittedly futile but always worth one more try.
i hit the sheets and tell myself, "this time it's going to work.
i will sleep.
I'm very happy to be where I am today in real life.
I love real life!
Cheers!
CoCo
i have reached a frontier dreamt about as a child -- the outer reaches of a vast realm under stars.. though an imaginative and inquisitive lad, my forward-looking mind and open heart could never have conjured up this fabulous, this infinite unreality into which i have been catapulted.
what may appear a distortion of my former reality i tentatively accept as a cosmic tableau that threatens both to fascinate and crush my frail, puny body and spirit.
i am unable to comprehend what i gaze upon with frightened, delicious terror.. my recent escape from lunaria was of sheer necessity: my people have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent toward us was not one of beneficient intervention but that of conquest.
Ah, yes, Myelaine -- a most vehement flame!
for you and yours.
CoCo