I may have already mentioned that I have a Autism evaluation coming up. That is scheduled for 4 hours with a therapist.
 Reading about autism symptoms, I'm finding about things that may have been mislabeled as to the causes. One such being that maybe the woman wasn't wearing too much perfume, with my sensitive smell, the perfume was overwhelming. Although, others did complain about her perfume, the joke being her perfume arrived minutes before she did.
 I mentioned sensitive feet. Where I used to work, there were rubber mats at the inserting machines. If there was anything under the mat, it was irritating to the point where I would pick up the mat and sweep everything out from under it. I often wondered why it didn't bother any of the other operators.

Trying to find out what all the test might consist of, I got reminded of a test at the employment office (used to be unemployment). one test was to look at a flat design like the cereal boxes, and check what the folded box would look like. When I got done, I was told that I qualify for supervisor in a machine shop.

I'm going through my posts to find what I have written about my autism symptoms and get it printed out to take with me to my session. I already take my printed out appointment schedule, so I can glance at it when checking in.
Michelle

Reading my past posts, it looks like the full story of the microphone was not there. I'm thinking there might be a better understanding with the full story.

I had a radio that I had found, and just needed a few items to listen to it. My dad gave me a pair of headphones and a few other items and was told to put the antenna out the window for better reception. I think it was the same day that my dad had me drill a hole through the kitchen wall to the outside and put the wire for the microphone through leaving the microphone on the shelf net to the radio. I couldn't deny that I put the microphone there.

Later that evening there was an argument about the microphone while I was trying to drown out the noise by listening to the radio. It was loud enough that I couldn't help but hear it. My dad said I'm probably upstairs listening in at the moment. My mother suddenly comes upstairs and I'm caught with the headphones on and the wire going out the window supposedly connected to the microphone. My mother is angry and I get told to take that stuff to my dad's workshop in the morning. In the morning, my dad got back everything he had given me plus the radio. Makes me wonder how much was planned by him. It was decided that the microphone would remain on the shelf as a reminder of what I had done. The microphone remained connected to the amplifier in his workshop.

The second comes years later, after my dad's mother gave me an old telephone. Most of the time the telephone remained in a box under my bed. One day the downstairs phone rang and my mother answered it. with the old house sounds do travel through the house, and I heard my mother say goodbye to the person on the other end. In anger she yell up the stairs that I am to take my telephone out to my dad's workshop and leave it there. I pulled the telephone out from under the bed and took it out of the box and took it out to my dad's workshop. Entering the workshop, I saw his his telephone extension off the hook. He had heard every word of my mother's conversation on the house telephone. With my mother as angry as she was there was no way I could even tell her about the telephone off the hook in my dad's workshop. Both telephones were on a party line and they had an extra lever to push to enable talking. Without the lever pushed, my dad could hear what was being said, but no sound from the workshop could be heard.
Later on my dad would be telling his buddies how his mother gave him that telephone.
Michelle

Back on the farm, I had room to build my 1/6 scale buildings. I have drawings and measurements of the farm building. I put the measurements on the drawings. I also have photos. 1/6 scale is a bit large, and difficult to move in and out of buildings, so they sit outside. I built a 1/6 scale garage, and could move my RC vehicles in and out of the garage. It mostly sat outside the workshop. The dog decided it made a cozy dog house, and when the dog wasn't there, the cats took it over. I don't know how many years it sat outside, but fell apart when I tried to move it. Next time I may use marine plywood.
The workshop was 25 feet by 50 feet, that would work out to about a scale size of 4 feet by 8 feet. The workshop was divided into 2 sections each about 25 feet by 25 feet with a wall between. I could build it in sections 4 feet by 4 feet. Unfortunately when I bought the plywood for the base, the 4 ft by 4 ft would not fit through the rear hatch of my vehicle, even diagonally. I took it back and got my money back. disgusted I went home.
I would have to buy 2 2 ft by 4 ft sections and glue them together for my base. Then buy more 2 ft by 4ft to cut for the walls.

My pickup is another story. It is a 1 ton 2000 Chevy. Not more that a block from home, I stepped on the brakes, the the anti lock kicked in on the ice, and my brakes were gone. It got parked and I bought my car. I'm debating about calling the garage and have them pick it up and fix the brakes. I have the tools and I have the knowledge, I just don't seem to have the energy.

I was thinking that I should just do my repairs on the GI Joe stuff, make my videos and forget about the quality of lighting. This way the toys would ready to go when I wanted them.
Michelle

Listening to the radio this morning I heard about a heat advisory. I decided to change my plans for today. Instead of driving 50 miles or so to one of the better thrift stores, I decided to just go to the neighboring grocery store.
Congratulating myself on not forgetting anything, half way there I remembered that I forgot to shave. I wasn't about to turn around, so I continued on my way. Today I would just have to be a woman with facial hair. I was letting it grow out for my home electrolysis. I was mainly getting black hairs yesterday. What left is mainly light colored fine hairs, mostly under my chin. I don't think anybody noticed that I have facial hair. Another day to do some electrolysis. Using the magnifying mirror, with the light just above, I will do a few, then turn off the light and rest my eyes.

I decided to make some more pudding, using my 2 cup blender. It has just enough room for the 2 cups of milk. I mixed it up, and realized I forgot to put out my cups. (they're really 1/2 cup bowls with glass lids and wire bail.) That done, the cover would not come off the blender. I have a 2 cup blender full of pudding.
As long as my 1/2 cup bowls were out there, I decided to make some gelatin. Let cool before pouring into the bowls, it will remain liquid until it cools in the refrigerator.

Back in the 1950s going to a relatives house, the gelatin would be made in a cake pan sometimes. It would sit on my lap during the trip. By the time we got there it would be warmed up to a liquid again and would have to into the refrigerator. Of course, I had to carry a cake pan with liquid gelatin into the house. I think later it was in a bowl. As per instructions on the box, peas, corn and snap beans were added to the gelatin.
Michelle

Quote from: Michelle_K on August 06, 2025, 07:23:28 PMEntering the workshop, I saw his his telephone extension off the hook. He had heard every word of my mother's conversation on the house telephone. With my mother as angry as she was there was no way I could even tell her about the telephone off the hook in my dad's workshop. Both telephones were on a party line and they had an extra lever to push to enable talking. Without the lever pushed, my dad could hear what was being said, but no sound from the workshop could be heard.
Later on my dad would be telling his buddies how his mother gave him that telephone.
Michelle

Hahaha... I have to confess, I was guilty of the same thing growing up, listening in on my parents' conversations from the other phone in the house right along with my brothers and sisters. 

Michelle, I'm sorry your dad took many things from you as his own, and then bragged about them with his buddies.

That must have felt hurtful and unfair.


xoxo 🫂


~ Lilis 🌷