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Home of Mazda3, CX-3, CX-30, 323, and Protege. The answer is always Miata but sometimes you have to haul more than two people and a purse. Welcome to our Family.
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2023.05.28 18:24 NightExtension7795 Suzuki DF115 Temp Light
 | I have a 2003 Suzuki DF115. I just had a full service done to the outboard. Low hours and very well maintained. Oil changes, impeller, ect. I am getting a temp light on my tachometer and an alarm. The temp lights stays on and doesn’t flash a code. The alarm comes on for about 2 seconds and goes off about every 7 seconds. I have changed the thermostat already so it can’t be that. Any ideas or tests I can run to diagnose this problem? Thanks in advance for any help. submitted by NightExtension7795 to boating [link] [comments] |
2023.05.28 18:23 NightExtension7795 Suzuki DF115 Temp Light
 | I have a 2003 Suzuki DF115. I just had a full service done to the outboard. Low hours and very well maintained. Oil changes, impeller, ect. I am getting a temp light on my tachometer and an alarm. The temp lights stays on and doesn’t flash a code. The alarm comes on for about 2 seconds and goes off about every 7 seconds. I have changed the thermostat already so it can’t be that. Any ideas or tests I can run to diagnose this problem? Thanks in advance for any help. submitted by NightExtension7795 to Outboards [link] [comments] |
2023.05.28 18:20 Trick-Two497 Discussion: An Abduction
This story picks up where the last one left off. Holmes has been embarrassed again in front of Ganimard and his fellow police officers. He’s angry, but leaves respectfully. One his way out, he sees a garnet and picks it up. Then he notes that the house was designed by Destange as was the adjoining house. He verifies with a beat cop that the man and veiled lady came out of the other house.
Holmes returns the next day to investigate the house. In the cellar he finds another garnet, then some footprints in the dust. He hides when a door swings open and a man comes through. Holmes jumps the man and tries to question him without success. But the man has a box full of the garnets with an address on it. He leaves the man tied up and goes to the address on the box. He takes the box in and learns that a lady will call for them. He goes back out and watches until the veiled lady appears, picks up the box and leaves. He follows her to an apartment and then through a secret passage. He finds himself in her wardrobe where he stays hidden. When he finally sees her face, it is Clotilde Destange!
Clotilde is crying when Lupin enters. There is a tender scene where he reassures her that she should not judge herself for the wrong she did. She expresses complete devotion to him. Lupin tells her that Sherlock is on their track and that one of their men is missing, which frightens Clotilde. Lupin admits that the situation is serious and that he cannot reach Holmes due to his isolation. He is going to move his base of operations to somewhere safer. He cautions her not to go out. She walks him out.
Holmes examines the house he is now in and finds it is the home of Destange! The two houses are on adjacent streets. This is how Clotilde can leave home while still appearing to be within. He conceals himself in the library and waits until everyone is in bed. He goes through the architect’s papers and finds all the houses that Lupin as Maxime has worked on. He then hops out the window and goes back to the hotel.
After a nice smoke and meditating on what he's learned, he sends Ganimard a message - he will meet him briefly this morning and wants Ganimard to be ready in the evening with at least 30 men to make an arrest. He then engaged a car and driver to take him to Mon. Destange’s house, and he has the driver wait for him. He does a bit of work, still pretending to be Destange’s secretary, but when Clotilde appears, he approaches her. Before she allows him to speak, however, she calls a dressmaker. Then, she listens as Holmes tells her that he knows that Maxime is Lupin and that she should come with him or he will reveal her to her father as the infamous Blonde Lady. He accuses her of killing the Baron d’Hautrec, but she says it is a lie. The baron, in a fit of insanity, which he was known to have, attacked her and in the struggle she only acted to save her own life. He is ready to reveal all of what she’s done to her father.
She agrees to go with him, and they go out to the car. He tells the driver where to go, and then he goes through his plan in his head. Eventually he notices that the driver is not going where he was told to go and realizes that the driver has been replaced by Lupin himself. Holmes realizes that the call to the dressmaker was really a call to Lupin for help. Lupin confirms the extent of Holmes’ knowledge. They change into a different, faster car that has been brought along by Lupin’s gang and they drive a long ways until they reach the Seine. Sherlock is loaded onto a sea-going yacht. The captain is given orders to take Holmes to England but not to get there until after the departure of the midnight boat. Holmes is tied to the bunk in the captain’s quarters and Lupin departs.
The next morning an announcement is placed in the Echo de France stating that Holmes has been ejected from the country and sent back to England.
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Holmes returns the next day to investigate the house. In the cellar he finds another garnet, then some footprints in the dust. He hides when a door swings open and a man comes through. Holmes jumps the man and tries to question him without success. But the man has a box full of the garnets with an address on it. He leaves the man tied up and goes to the address on the box. He takes the box in and learns that a lady will call for them. He goes back out and watches until the veiled lady appears, picks up the box and leaves. He follows her to an apartment and then through a secret passage. He finds himself in her wardrobe where he stays hidden. When he finally sees her face, it is Clotilde Destange!
Clotilde is crying when Lupin enters. There is a tender scene where he reassures her that she should not judge herself for the wrong she did. She expresses complete devotion to him. Lupin tells her that Sherlock is on their track and that one of their men is missing, which frightens Clotilde. Lupin admits that the situation is serious and that he cannot reach Holmes due to his isolation. He is going to move his base of operations to somewhere safer. He cautions her not to go out. She walks him out.
Holmes examines the house he is now in and finds it is the home of Destange! The two houses are on adjacent streets. This is how Clotilde can leave home while still appearing to be within. He conceals himself in the library and waits until everyone is in bed. He goes through the architect’s papers and finds all the houses that Lupin as Maxime has worked on. He then hops out the window and goes back to the hotel.
After a nice smoke and meditating on what he's learned, he sends Ganimard a message - he will meet him briefly this morning and wants Ganimard to be ready in the evening with at least 30 men to make an arrest. He then engaged a car and driver to take him to Mon. Destange’s house, and he has the driver wait for him. He does a bit of work, still pretending to be Destange’s secretary, but when Clotilde appears, he approaches her. Before she allows him to speak, however, she calls a dressmaker. Then, she listens as Holmes tells her that he knows that Maxime is Lupin and that she should come with him or he will reveal her to her father as the infamous Blonde Lady. He accuses her of killing the Baron d’Hautrec, but she says it is a lie. The baron, in a fit of insanity, which he was known to have, attacked her and in the struggle she only acted to save her own life. He is ready to reveal all of what she’s done to her father.
She agrees to go with him, and they go out to the car. He tells the driver where to go, and then he goes through his plan in his head. Eventually he notices that the driver is not going where he was told to go and realizes that the driver has been replaced by Lupin himself. Holmes realizes that the call to the dressmaker was really a call to Lupin for help. Lupin confirms the extent of Holmes’ knowledge. They change into a different, faster car that has been brought along by Lupin’s gang and they drive a long ways until they reach the Seine. Sherlock is loaded onto a sea-going yacht. The captain is given orders to take Holmes to England but not to get there until after the departure of the midnight boat. Holmes is tied to the bunk in the captain’s quarters and Lupin departs.
The next morning an announcement is placed in the Echo de France stating that Holmes has been ejected from the country and sent back to England.
2023.05.28 18:19 ijustneedglitter Mercedes GLA smoke and died
I just pulled out of the garage into the driveway and noticed smoke filling the entire car. I stopped and the engine shut off so I quickly put it in park. Now there are rotating error messages and nothing electrical works. Does anyone know what this might be? Could it possibly be a blown fuse or would the smoke mean it’s something else?
I have had nothing but issues with this car in the last year I’ve had it. The rear view cam stopped working, then the auto start (eco mode) stopped working.
I just spent $650 yesterday at the emergency vet and business has been terrible with inflation the last couple months so if someone has any advice for me to fix this as cheap as possible I would be so grateful. Unfortunately I have a feeling this is going to run me in the thousands being that it’s a Mercedes… but maybe there’s something I can do myself or have a man come help? (Semi handy female that has changed headlight bulbs before but not much more than that)
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I have had nothing but issues with this car in the last year I’ve had it. The rear view cam stopped working, then the auto start (eco mode) stopped working.
I just spent $650 yesterday at the emergency vet and business has been terrible with inflation the last couple months so if someone has any advice for me to fix this as cheap as possible I would be so grateful. Unfortunately I have a feeling this is going to run me in the thousands being that it’s a Mercedes… but maybe there’s something I can do myself or have a man come help? (Semi handy female that has changed headlight bulbs before but not much more than that)
2023.05.28 18:18 Usual-Patient-3458 my (20f) mother (57f) turned into my landlord and is trying to micromanage and stalk me
so my story is a little crazy and intense but i really need advice because i'm going crazy. I (20F) have always had a rocky relationship with my mom. She is an alcoholic (sober for 2 years) which really hindered my relationship with her. I was always closer to my father because of this. Up until last october i was living in a house with both of them, until my mom decided she wanted to move out into an apartment and divorce my father with no warning and left a week later. I continued to live with just my father up until february when he passed unexpectedly from a heart attack. i was crushed and scared because i had no clue what was going to happen to me and where i was going to end up. my father also had issues with my mother for years but stayed together for financial reasons, so when she left he had the plan to make me the sole beneficiaries to his assets. sadly he didn't have the time to do it before he passed, so everything went to my mother and i got nothing, including his life insurance, pension, and the house. I assumed my mother would move back into the house to help me and be there for me because she now was the owner of the house. I was wrong. she said to me that she doesn't like living with me and has more of the life she wants on her own, and that if i wish to i can continue to live in the house if i can find some roomates and pay her rent. i didn't have much other options so i agreed. flash forward to now. my mother is my landlord and i have two roomates (20F and 21F). We all signed leases and pay about 50% less than any other tenant i know in my area. it would be an extremely great opportunity if my mother was a normal landlord. She comes into the house unannounced constantly, gets upset if my roommate has her boyfriend sleep over, gets all of her mail here, is logged into the ring camera so she can see all of the people and times people go in and out of our home, consistently drives by the house to see how many cars are parked in the driveway and comepketely tries to micromanage everything regarding us and this house. I understand that the lease specifically says that non tenants can not stay for more than 3 consecutive days but come on we are family you know? we should be allowed to have boyfriends over and not have to ask. especially because she chose to be a landlord and not to be a parent. i genuinely just don't know what to do about this situation. She left my father, took all of his money (close to half a mil) and continues to milk me and my roomates for what we've got and expects us to ask her as if she as living here as a parental figure. I feel so stuck because i hate this situation but she is the only family i have and i don't have another option but to live here and keep paying. she threatened to take me to court if i keep having people over without asking her but she also breaks code for landlords! I want to change the locks but i think she's a narsasist and im scared she will sell the house out from under me in retaliation. mind you, my father and i always had plans for me to buy this house from him one day, since that's what he did with his parents somewhere else and it was a great oppertunity. all of my plans have been ruined and nothing has gone in ny favor at all and i just need some advice of what i even do in a situation like this with so much on the line . pls
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2023.05.28 18:15 whiskerpolice Stomach drops when I hear a car door close
I used to live with abusive people and the sound of the car door used to mean that it was time to sprint to my room. Now, every SINGLE time I hear a car door, I feel adrenaline shoot through my body and I feel nauseous. It’s been almost 2 years now since I’ve moved. I am safe. No one is going to hurt me. But my body still thinks it’s time to run and hide. The sound can instantly change my mood.
Someone knocking on the door is even WORSE, but hearing a car door slam happens so many times a day! It’s debilitating! But I don’t want any white noise to block it out because then I’ll be vulnerable. I like it to be dead silent in my home so I can hear all noises. I am THE definition of hyper vigilant lol. It must be silent so I can hear all threats!
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Someone knocking on the door is even WORSE, but hearing a car door slam happens so many times a day! It’s debilitating! But I don’t want any white noise to block it out because then I’ll be vulnerable. I like it to be dead silent in my home so I can hear all noises. I am THE definition of hyper vigilant lol. It must be silent so I can hear all threats!
2023.05.28 18:15 son_of_milkman What’s your favorite oil and oil filter for your 4.6?
I know a lot of people swear by motorcraft products for fords. My son has had his 98 mgm for almost a year and we’re doing the oil changes on his car and I’m just wondering what you all are using out there.
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2023.05.28 18:13 simp_trash_scripts [A4A] “You look upset, sunshine” [gentle wolf speaker] [breakup comfort] [caring] [best friends to lovers?] [romantic?] [platonic] [sweet] [protective] [wholesome] [werewolf] [wolfboy/wolfgirl] [supportive] [yandere?] [cute] [anger issues?] [growls/snarls]
Alternative titles: Protective wolf(boy/girl) helps you through a breakup Werewolf best friend supports you Wolfboy/-girl takes care of you Comforted by a werewolf Werewolf is protective over you Wolf bff wants to fight your ex Yandere werewolf wants you to themself/himself/herself
TW/CW: listener break-up, mention of gore/threat of violence towards those who hurt the listener, protectiveness/ hint of yandere
Introduction (for listeners): You’re feeling down after you just got broken up with, so you send a message to your best friend. Only a few minutes later, your doorbell rings.
Summary (for speakers): Wolves are known to be loyal and caring, but also have a dangerous side to them. People have always been scared of you, due to your primal nature, and finding friends has never been easy. However, a few years ago, somebody finally dared to approach and ever since then, they have been the light of your life and best friend. Now, you are beginning to realise you might feel a bit more for them, than just friendship. But whether these feelings are merely platonic or actually of romantic nature is yet to be figured out.
~1.100 words/ 7-12 mins Audio
Usage: Everything goes, as long as you give credit! Adjust wording, change stuff, improvise, add or remove scenes, make it nsfw if you want. For any questions, feel free to ask. Have fun! :D
Monetization/paywall is ok, but I’d appreciate being sent a free copy!
Sfx optional but it enhances the experience, if you have access.
Setting: Listener’s home, first: hallway, then: cozy living room
sometimes I use … for very short pauses between lines (easier to read)
[these are for sfx, vocal cues, actions or other remarks]
italics are for emphasising a word
— — —
[sfx: front door opens, speaker enters, door closes]
[gentle, caring voice, slightly growly? because of wolf-nature]
Hey, what’s wrong?
You look upset, sunshine.
It’s rare to see you like this.
And don’t try to tell me it’s ‘nothing’. I can tell something is off.
…
Come on, let’s sit down on the couch and you can tell me what’s up.
[sfx: shuffling/couch being compressed? listener sits down on couch, speaker-character sits down right beside them]
There we go…
You sounded a bit off in your message already, so I was worried about you.
I got here as fast as I could, without causing an accident.
What kind of a friend would I be, if I just let you sit at home all by yourself, feeling bad?
A terrible one, that’s the answer.
[sfx: plastic packaging of snacks crackles]
Here. I still had some of your favourite snacks at home, in case of an emergency.
I had a feeling you might need them right now.
…
Now tell me, sunshine. What’s bothering you?
You look like your grandma got trapped in a well or something.
…
Wait-
Don’t tell me you got broken up with-
[short pause]
Oh jeez… I had a feeling that was going to happen. Players gonna play, and all that…
But you seriously don’t deserve to get dumped like this.
No matter how much I despise that childish idiot.
And how much I didn’t like, how you were treated in the relationship.
[feel free to add a growl/snarl sfx at ‘really angry’:] To be honest, it made me really angry to see how little you were cared about.
[regaining composure]
But…
I didn’t want to make it seem like I was jealous that you were dating somebody.
I was worried that if I told you, you’d get upset with me.
And I didn’t want to lose you over something like that.
Especially since I felt as though you needed me, during that time.
…
I would rather keep quiet and be able to still be there, than say what I think, and have you leave me.
Maybe I should have warned you…
I’m sorry.
But you seemed so excited about someone showing interest in you.
And I didn’t want to mess that up.
…
You deserve to be in a relationship. A happy one.
I was worried my prejudice was getting the better of me.
Because, why would anyone not want to date you?
You’re absolutely fantastic!
A great listener, funny and incredibly sweet.
You’re good looking, too.
Charming, if you want to be.
Anyone would be lucky to have a person like you by their side.
I wanted to convince myself that doof-nugget actually had feelings for you.
…
But it seems as though my instincts were right. Even though this is the only time I wish they hadn’t been…
I’m so sorry, sunshine.
You don’t deserve to get your light dimmed like this.
…
But one rainy day doesn’t mean you’ll never see the sun again.
Sometimes, you just need a few clouds to cool off and really appreciate the sky, once everything is over.
I know that’s cheesy… but it’s probably true.
And maybe you’ll even get to see a rainbow, who knows?
…
That is to say; take your time.
Being upset and mourning about something is a very natural response.
Your body and mind need time to reset.
So; get everything out of your system.
If you feel like it, we can go to the forest later and you can scream as loud as you want to.
It might help blow off the steam a bit…
Or you can come over to my place and we can cook together and have a movie night.
Some cuddles, if you’re up for it.
Or I could just give you some time alone, and you tell me when you’re ready.
…
You can call me anytime, sunshine.
Even if it’s 3am on a weekday. I’ll always pick up.
I’d rather have you talk to me, than sleep while you feel bad.
And you know I’m always just a message away.
I can hop in my car, and be at your house in about ten minutes.
Fifteen, if I stop to get some snacks.
You know you can always call me and ask me to sit there in silence with you, if you need it.
Or I can just come over to cuddle, no questions asked.
I won’t force you to talk to me. Just hugs and snacks are A-okay.
…
Whatever you need, sunshine.
I care about you. And I want you to feel as good as possible.
[small sigh, short pause]
[anger building up, slight growling/snarling sfx?, growls/snarls can also be added during the next part:]
And if you need me to tear that damn schmuck apart, I will do so with joy.
It if helps you, I will bring you that filthy head on a platter.
Trust me. I will make it hurt.
A person like that deserves pain. Deserves to be taught a lesson.
Nobody is allowed to treat you like that and get away with it.
And I will make sure, everybody knows that.
I will carve it into their skin, if that’s what it takes for those fuckers to remember.
[short pause, maybe light panting?, deep breath to regain composure. Growls stop]
Sorry, sunshine.
I know I can get a bit too passionate about this…
I hope I didn’t scare you with that.
It’s pack mentality…
They mess with my family, I will fuck up theirs.
I mean… you’re probably used to that from me already. [slightly awkward chuckle]
I get a bit intense about the people I love… And uh…my friends.
[short pause]
[gentle tone:]
Well, of course I love you, silly. You’re my best friend, after all.
But I didn’t want to make it sound… odd.
Since you just got out of a relationship and all that, I didn’t want to make it seem like I had a crush on you.
The word ‘love’ is very easy to misinterpret, when I use it like that.
I want you to be happy, sunshine.
That’s all I care about.
And I do think that classifies as ‘love’. Don’t you?
I want to see you smile, be there for you when you’re crying…
I love the feeling of having you around, getting to hang out with you, the warm cuddles, the disastrous foods we cook… [small chuckle]
I wouldn’t trade that, for anything in the world.
And I won’t let anyone take that from us.
We’re a team, sunshine. And a great one at that.
That’s what I meant.
…
[small chuckle]
Maybe it’s silly, but I don’t care.
I just want to get to be with you.
I mean- be around you.
[a little more quietly:] But… Yes. I do love you, sunshine. Very much so.
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TW/CW: listener break-up, mention of gore/threat of violence towards those who hurt the listener, protectiveness/ hint of yandere
Introduction (for listeners): You’re feeling down after you just got broken up with, so you send a message to your best friend. Only a few minutes later, your doorbell rings.
Summary (for speakers): Wolves are known to be loyal and caring, but also have a dangerous side to them. People have always been scared of you, due to your primal nature, and finding friends has never been easy. However, a few years ago, somebody finally dared to approach and ever since then, they have been the light of your life and best friend. Now, you are beginning to realise you might feel a bit more for them, than just friendship. But whether these feelings are merely platonic or actually of romantic nature is yet to be figured out.
~1.100 words/ 7-12 mins Audio
Usage: Everything goes, as long as you give credit! Adjust wording, change stuff, improvise, add or remove scenes, make it nsfw if you want. For any questions, feel free to ask. Have fun! :D
Monetization/paywall is ok, but I’d appreciate being sent a free copy!
Sfx optional but it enhances the experience, if you have access.
Setting: Listener’s home, first: hallway, then: cozy living room
sometimes I use … for very short pauses between lines (easier to read)
[these are for sfx, vocal cues, actions or other remarks]
italics are for emphasising a word
— — —
[sfx: front door opens, speaker enters, door closes]
[gentle, caring voice, slightly growly? because of wolf-nature]
Hey, what’s wrong?
You look upset, sunshine.
It’s rare to see you like this.
And don’t try to tell me it’s ‘nothing’. I can tell something is off.
…
Come on, let’s sit down on the couch and you can tell me what’s up.
[sfx: shuffling/couch being compressed? listener sits down on couch, speaker-character sits down right beside them]
There we go…
You sounded a bit off in your message already, so I was worried about you.
I got here as fast as I could, without causing an accident.
What kind of a friend would I be, if I just let you sit at home all by yourself, feeling bad?
A terrible one, that’s the answer.
[sfx: plastic packaging of snacks crackles]
Here. I still had some of your favourite snacks at home, in case of an emergency.
I had a feeling you might need them right now.
…
Now tell me, sunshine. What’s bothering you?
You look like your grandma got trapped in a well or something.
…
Wait-
Don’t tell me you got broken up with-
[short pause]
Oh jeez… I had a feeling that was going to happen. Players gonna play, and all that…
But you seriously don’t deserve to get dumped like this.
No matter how much I despise that childish idiot.
And how much I didn’t like, how you were treated in the relationship.
[feel free to add a growl/snarl sfx at ‘really angry’:] To be honest, it made me really angry to see how little you were cared about.
[regaining composure]
But…
I didn’t want to make it seem like I was jealous that you were dating somebody.
I was worried that if I told you, you’d get upset with me.
And I didn’t want to lose you over something like that.
Especially since I felt as though you needed me, during that time.
…
I would rather keep quiet and be able to still be there, than say what I think, and have you leave me.
Maybe I should have warned you…
I’m sorry.
But you seemed so excited about someone showing interest in you.
And I didn’t want to mess that up.
…
You deserve to be in a relationship. A happy one.
I was worried my prejudice was getting the better of me.
Because, why would anyone not want to date you?
You’re absolutely fantastic!
A great listener, funny and incredibly sweet.
You’re good looking, too.
Charming, if you want to be.
Anyone would be lucky to have a person like you by their side.
I wanted to convince myself that doof-nugget actually had feelings for you.
…
But it seems as though my instincts were right. Even though this is the only time I wish they hadn’t been…
I’m so sorry, sunshine.
You don’t deserve to get your light dimmed like this.
…
But one rainy day doesn’t mean you’ll never see the sun again.
Sometimes, you just need a few clouds to cool off and really appreciate the sky, once everything is over.
I know that’s cheesy… but it’s probably true.
And maybe you’ll even get to see a rainbow, who knows?
…
That is to say; take your time.
Being upset and mourning about something is a very natural response.
Your body and mind need time to reset.
So; get everything out of your system.
If you feel like it, we can go to the forest later and you can scream as loud as you want to.
It might help blow off the steam a bit…
Or you can come over to my place and we can cook together and have a movie night.
Some cuddles, if you’re up for it.
Or I could just give you some time alone, and you tell me when you’re ready.
…
You can call me anytime, sunshine.
Even if it’s 3am on a weekday. I’ll always pick up.
I’d rather have you talk to me, than sleep while you feel bad.
And you know I’m always just a message away.
I can hop in my car, and be at your house in about ten minutes.
Fifteen, if I stop to get some snacks.
You know you can always call me and ask me to sit there in silence with you, if you need it.
Or I can just come over to cuddle, no questions asked.
I won’t force you to talk to me. Just hugs and snacks are A-okay.
…
Whatever you need, sunshine.
I care about you. And I want you to feel as good as possible.
[small sigh, short pause]
[anger building up, slight growling/snarling sfx?, growls/snarls can also be added during the next part:]
And if you need me to tear that damn schmuck apart, I will do so with joy.
It if helps you, I will bring you that filthy head on a platter.
Trust me. I will make it hurt.
A person like that deserves pain. Deserves to be taught a lesson.
Nobody is allowed to treat you like that and get away with it.
And I will make sure, everybody knows that.
I will carve it into their skin, if that’s what it takes for those fuckers to remember.
[short pause, maybe light panting?, deep breath to regain composure. Growls stop]
Sorry, sunshine.
I know I can get a bit too passionate about this…
I hope I didn’t scare you with that.
It’s pack mentality…
They mess with my family, I will fuck up theirs.
I mean… you’re probably used to that from me already. [slightly awkward chuckle]
I get a bit intense about the people I love… And uh…my friends.
[short pause]
[gentle tone:]
Well, of course I love you, silly. You’re my best friend, after all.
But I didn’t want to make it sound… odd.
Since you just got out of a relationship and all that, I didn’t want to make it seem like I had a crush on you.
The word ‘love’ is very easy to misinterpret, when I use it like that.
I want you to be happy, sunshine.
That’s all I care about.
And I do think that classifies as ‘love’. Don’t you?
I want to see you smile, be there for you when you’re crying…
I love the feeling of having you around, getting to hang out with you, the warm cuddles, the disastrous foods we cook… [small chuckle]
I wouldn’t trade that, for anything in the world.
And I won’t let anyone take that from us.
We’re a team, sunshine. And a great one at that.
That’s what I meant.
…
[small chuckle]
Maybe it’s silly, but I don’t care.
I just want to get to be with you.
I mean- be around you.
[a little more quietly:] But… Yes. I do love you, sunshine. Very much so.
2023.05.28 18:13 catdaddy8686 2021 Sprinter 4 cylinder diesel oil life
I have been building out a van for a year and a half. ( Brand new off the lot) the van has gone about 100 miles around town over that time. I am now about to sell the van to my buddy. Should I change the oil? Im in so Cal if that makes a differencr.
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2023.05.28 18:13 OzzRamirez Today was a lucky zap for me
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2023.05.28 18:08 chevcheli0s to change the oil...
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2023.05.28 18:06 TeaWithNosferatu How to convince my husband to avoid Opel/Vauxhall
As of a few hours ago, the engine blew in our 09 Vauxhall Astra - ding dong the witch is dead. I've hated this car since we got it 6 years ago. It always seemed to be in and out of the shop, had an ongoing oil leak that even after getting it fixed, seemed to come back, it caused me to fail my roadtest at one point because of a tail-light that was out (literally just after having been replaced). Not to mention, it was pretty ugly.
For the record, we live in Ireland (and don't want to import from the north) and our budget for a new-to-us car is €5 - €6.000 preferably from 2012+.
His uncle that sold us the Astra before is lending us yet another Opel product until we can get a car (or "buy this one!" which he wants €7k for). I believe he said it's a 2015 Opel Insignia.
I'd really, really like to avoid anything Opel and anything Vauxhall because it seems like this car has caused nothing but issues and has been pretty unreliable.
How can I convince my husband that we should get something that doesn't suck so bad and what would a good recommendation be? I've seen plenty of 2012 Mazda 6s for sale. Are these any good?
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For the record, we live in Ireland (and don't want to import from the north) and our budget for a new-to-us car is €5 - €6.000 preferably from 2012+.
His uncle that sold us the Astra before is lending us yet another Opel product until we can get a car (or "buy this one!" which he wants €7k for). I believe he said it's a 2015 Opel Insignia.
I'd really, really like to avoid anything Opel and anything Vauxhall because it seems like this car has caused nothing but issues and has been pretty unreliable.
How can I convince my husband that we should get something that doesn't suck so bad and what would a good recommendation be? I've seen plenty of 2012 Mazda 6s for sale. Are these any good?
2023.05.28 18:03 bojanglez34 I(25m) don’t feel appreciated from the girl(25f) I’ve been talking too, what should I do?
Back story me and this girl have been talking for about 7-8 months now and have slept together. When we first started talking we would hang out multiple times a week and text all day ! More recently she claims she misses me but we don’t talk much and hang out once every other week maybe.
I will go out of my way to help her with any issues like her calling me about her car needing to be jumped, or her calling to pick her up and take her home, money for bills etc. when I bring it up she always says she will start trying more. sometimes she will give me the i deserve better speech.
TL;DR: I don’t feel appreciated in this relationship and when I bring it up nothing changes
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I will go out of my way to help her with any issues like her calling me about her car needing to be jumped, or her calling to pick her up and take her home, money for bills etc. when I bring it up she always says she will start trying more. sometimes she will give me the i deserve better speech.
TL;DR: I don’t feel appreciated in this relationship and when I bring it up nothing changes
2023.05.28 18:03 JupiterDelta to change the oil
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2023.05.28 18:00 societycontributer Been parking like a jackass on purpose
Not in the city but when I’m in Walmart towns with seas of strip malls with half empty parking lots, it’s a really easy way to never have to hunt for your car again, you stand out like a sore thumb this way. Why should I stop? Because of people’s perception of me… I don’t care. Because it’s illegal….it’s not illegal. Why stop?
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2023.05.28 18:00 Ok-Strategy-866 B8.5 S4 Oil Change
Relatively new b8.5 s4 owner here with my first oil change coming up, is it worth it to take it to Aud? I know they charge premium prices for an oil change but Ive heard its worth it compared to any old shop
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2023.05.28 18:00 dfr1238 [(FP-POV Gorou)Fanfiction]38.2 C
Beep—beep—beep—beep beep—
I lifted the thermometer I had placed in her flushed left ear.
Looking at the reading on the thermometer, it showed "38.2 C".
Although a pregnant woman’s body temperature tends to be higher, this was definitely a fever, no doubt about it.
I slowly lowered my hand holding the thermometer, looking at Hoshino-San lying on the couch, I covered my face and recalled this morning.
…
The usual morning routine, I entered the bathroom for the usual grooming and looked at myself in the mirror.
After coming out, I noticed the mobile phone on the kitchen counter was buzzing with a notification, so I checked it.
I noticed that Hoshino-San had sent me two messages.
I opened the chatroom: "Amamiya-Sensei, I think I have a fever." she messaged—ugh. She sent a sticker—a somewhat chubby white seal looking displeased with a thermometer apparently stuck up its rear—What?
I turned off the phone screen and put it into my pocket. I put on my mask, grabbed the alcohol spray, and rang the doorbell at Hoshino-San's next-door apartment.
After a moment...
…She didn't faint, did she? But then—she opened the door, her face looking somewhat flushed.
"Ah~~Uno you're here~" She—What? "Hoshino-San, are you okay?" I asked.
"Relax! I just feel a little—" she said, waving her hand forward, then her body started to fall forward—"HEY ! HOSHINO-SAN!" I quickly stepped forward to catch her, her head leaning slightly on my shoulder.
"I'll take you to the couch to rest first." I gently assisted her, helping her to lie down on the couch.
…
Looking at her lying on the couch, she was resting with her eyes closed. Apart from looking exhausted, coughing, and a runny nose, her symptoms didn't seem severe. It's possible that she started feeling unwell on the way home yesterday, and her symptoms worsened during the night, preventing her from sleeping well.
I noticed her constantly adjusting her position, so I went to her bedroom and fetched a blanket and a pillow. I gently lifted her head and put the pillow in a comfortable place for her, and then covered her with the blanket.
"Is there anywhere else you're feeling uncomfortable?" I asked her softly. "Hmm... my... my head hurts a lot." she answered weakly, her face showing discomfort and her hands gripping the blanket tightly.
She couldn't take care of herself in this state, and I couldn't bear to leave her alone. "Hoshino-San, do you feel too cold right now?" I asked her gently.
"Uh... yeah, um... yes..." she answered slowly with her eyes closed. I got up, looked around for the air conditioner remote, found it, and turned up the temperature slightly.
After that, I went to her bathroom, rinsed a plastic washbasin, filled it with seventy percent hot water and thirty percent cold water, soaked a towel in it, and brought it to the living room.
I dipped the towel in the water, then wrung out most of the water. I then gently placed the warm towel on her forehead. Her expression seemed to relax a bit.
I watched her resting quietly.
After a while, I reheated the towel and placed it on her forehead again.
"Hoshino-San, did you do anything yesterday that might have led to catching a cold?" I asked her gently. "Uh... drank too much lemon water?" she answered me.
Uh... dinner last night? If I recall correctly, she didn't drink much.
"I saw you didn't drink much lemon water yesterday, was there anything else?" I asked her gently. "Um... yesterday... I think I took a cold shower." she answered slowly.
"For a long time?" I asked her. "I... don't remember, I think... after dancing yesterday afternoon, I showered until you rang the doorbell?" she slowly—What?
She showered until I rang the doorbell? I had finished a movie before I went to see her!
"Do you only take cold showers, Hoshino-San?" I asked her gently. "Well... at the beginning there was hot water, but later it ran out." she answered slowly.
I got up and gently opened the balcony door. The water heater is the same model as mine, the movie "The Graduate" is about 100 minutes, so this water heater can provide hot water for about 20 minutes, which means... 80 minutes of a cold shower.
No wonder she caught a cold... I heard her coughing from inside.
It seemed that I had no choice today. I walked over to the railing, dialed the hospital, and waited for the call to go through.
"Hello, this is Amamiya Gorou, a gynecologist. I have an emergency to attend to. My neighbor suddenly has a fever and can't take care of herself. She has no one else to look after her. I'm sorry, I need to take a leave of absence." I said. "Understood, Amamiya-Sensei, thank you for informing us. Are you sure your neighbor's condition requires your personal care? Does she need to be taken to the hospital?" the other party asked.
"Yes, I'm worried about her condition. I believe I need to see her myself. I've already assessed her illness. I will observe her condition. If it worsens, I will take her to the hospital immediately." I replied. "We understand your situation, Amamiya-Sensei. How long do you think your leave will last?" they asked. "I estimate I will need a day. I will handle this issue as soon as possible and return to the hospital." I answered.
After some more conversation, I managed to take the leave. I started thinking about what food is good for someone with a cold.
…
To be honest, aside from catching a cold when I was a child, I don't seem to have much experience with colds. Among the people I know, the one to ask about making a meal for someone with a cold would be...
But I didn't really want to call— I heard coughing from the room.
…
Sigh. I dialed a number from my contact list, waiting for the other party to pick up.
"Hello, this is the Amamiya residence." the voice on the other side said. "Hey, Grandma, it's me—" She cut me off. "Oh! My dear grandson! How rare of you to call back home! Did you miss Grandma?" she said joyously. "Kind of, but today I wanted to—" She cut me off again. "Gorou, are you bringing your girlfriend home this time? Should I notify the relatives?" She inquired—
Yes, this is precisely why I don't fancy making these phone calls.
"No, no, no, wait a moment! Grandma! Not every time I call it means I'm bringing a girlfriend home, okay!? I have other things to discuss!" I said, burying my face in my hands.
"Well, what could be more important than you bringing back my great-grandson? Gorou, you're nearly thirty now. There are only old folks and adults in our hometown, no children or babies. I'm bored! I wouldn't mind taking care of a child again, after all, I did help raise you!" she started to ramble.
"No, Grandma, aren't you missing several steps here? It's not like once you have a girlfriend, a baby pops out, right? Can't you just let things take their natural course? And today I really didn't call to talk about this!" I answered, feeling helpless.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?" She asked. "...No." I replied.
A moment later.
"Alright then, what did you need today?" she said, sounding a little impatient. "Do you remember what you used to cook for me when I was sick? The kind that made me feel better really quickly?" I asked her.
"I don't recall having any sort of family heirloom elixir. Or are you referring to the usual meals you ate when you were sick?" She asked. "...Yes, the latter. The meals you prepared when I was ill, do you remember them?" I clarified.
"...You don't sound sick to me?" She queried. "Uh...no, it's not me—" She cut me off. "Who are you cooking for?" She asked, seemingly curious. "Well, my neighbor—" She cut me off.
"Oh!? A girl?" She—what? "Does that matter?" I asked, looking ahead. "Of course, it concerns my great-grandchild." she proclaimed proudly.
"Grandma, please, can you stop fixating on having a great-grandchild?" I said.
After a pause.
"Okay, Gorou, it was lovely chatting with you today. Let's talk again another day. Bye—" I cut her off. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! HOLD ON, DON'T HANG UP!" I shouted.
I took a deep breath.
"...Yes, she's a girl, are you satisfied now?" I finally answered. "Oh, I thought it might have been a boy. That's a relief." she responded—what?
"Grandma, you're being too pragmatic." I retorted. "This is about my great-grandchild—so when are you bringing her home?" she asked—wait, what?
"Grandma, first, she is my patient, second, we're not that close, and third, she's only sixteen." I responded.
"Gorou, first, so what? Does that matter? Second, you know they say 'familiarity breeds affection'! Third, I gave birth to your mother when I was sixteen." she countered—wait a minute, the third point, what the hell, sixteen? I never knew that.
"Grandma, what do you mean 'does it matter?' She's my patient, I'm an 'OB/GYN'. How do you think the baby in my patient's belly came about?" I told her seriously.
"And so?" She—really?
"Grandma, babies don't just spring from stones, nor do they reproduce asexually." I replied.
"What is reproduce asexually?" She asked.
…
"Anyway, Grandma! Times have changed. If this were to happen, I would be socially ostracized, seriously!" I told her.
"No worries! Then just wait until she's twenty! I can wait a few more years, no problem!" she said. "No, Grandma, this—wait! Today I really just called for a recipe! She's not feeling well right now, can we talk about this another time?" I asked her.
After a moment.
"Um...alright, rice porridge—add a little ginger, steam some chicken breast and dice it." she answered. "With ginger, right?" I repeated.
"Yes, you could also make her a vegetable soup! Add tomatoes, onions, and garlic. Oh yes, garlic is very important!" she instructed. "Alright, alright, garlic, got it." I echoed.
"I used to stir-fry some broccoli, but softer food is better for someone with a cold." she advised. "Mhm, I'll keep that in mind." I affirmed.
"Oh, our Gorou is finally cooking for a girl! It seems my teachings weren't in vain!" she said, laughing. "Grandma, can you not—" She cut me off.
"I thought that since the family persuaded you to become an OB/GYN, you had lost interest in cooking—"
...
Right, isn't it?
After the family convinced me to become an OB/GYN, how could they think I was still interested in cooking? I gazed at the blue sky ahead.
...
"Gorou?" She called. "Yes, Grandma, I hear you. Is that about it? I have to go, she's not feeling well." I told her. "Alright then! Don't forget to come visit Grandma when you're free! Bye!" she said. "Sure, I will, goodbye." I hung up.
...
I should have just googled it instead of putting myself through this. I looked at the black smoke billowing from the chimney in the distance.
Isn't this what they wanted? Isn't this what I had to do? Isn't this why I switched from being a surgeon to an OB/GYN?
After all, my mother—
I heard coughing from inside the room.
...
Now's not the time for these thoughts; she needs someone to look after her.
I slid open the balcony door and casually closed it behind me, moving closer to Hoshino-San, who seemed to be asleep on the sofa.
I thought about cooking at my place and bringing the meal over later, so as not to disturb her. After all, I just live next door.
Taking the key placed next to her entrance hall, I locked her door and returned to my place next door.
Back home, I took out the necessary ingredients from the fridge. To make a rice porridge with steamed diced chicken breast, I needed to find my steamer, which, luckily, I found after a brief search.
Taking out the chicken breast... ah, it needs defrosting.
Covering my face, I hadn't considered this. But I decided to use the microwave to thaw it.
I put the frozen chicken breast into the microwave and turned on the defrosting function, but I shortened the microwave time.
After each round of microwaving, I would move and turn the chicken breast. It's a bit of a hassle, but at least it ensures that every part defrosts evenly, to avoid some parts being cooked while others are raw.
Once the chicken breast was fully defrosted, it had a nice, even color—from pink to pale yellow. Despite being frozen, it was still not sticky and retained a certain firmness.
I took a sniff; it had no off-putting smell.
Next, I placed the defrosted chicken breast in the steamer and started to steam it. It should take around 20 minutes. Meanwhile, I planned to prepare a vegetable soup.
I cleaned the carrots, onions, garlic, and tomatoes, and cut them into appropriate sizes. I then grabbed a pan, heated a bit of oil, and started sautéing the garlic and onions until the onions turned semi-transparent.
Next, I added the diced carrots and tomatoes and continued to sauté for a while. A few moments later, I added an appropriate amount of water and covered the pan.
The simmering process also took about 20 minutes. By that time, I could start making the rice porridge. I picked up another pot, washed it clean, and washed a cup of rice as well, then drained the water and added four cups back.
After putting it on the stove, I turned on medium heat and slowly brought the rice to a boil until it softened. This also took about 20 minutes, by which time the porridge became thick. By then, the chicken breast was ready. I took it out and let it cool on a plate while checking on the vegetable soup.
Hmm, the scent of garlic was present but not overpowering.
A moment later, I checked on the rice porridge with a spoon. The grains were distinct but had clearly softened. When I lifted the spoon, a thin strand of white liquid was dragged up.
I diced the cooled chicken breast on a cutting board and added it to the porridge. I also prepared some ginger, grated an appropriate amount into the porridge, and waited for the ingredients to meld together.
The vegetable soup was about ready. I seasoned it with a bit of salt and pepper, then covered the pot and brought it over to Hoshino-San's house. Upon entering, I set it on the kitchen counter. She seemed to be sound asleep.
I returned home and saw that the porridge was almost ready, so I turned the heat down and picked up the frying pan, getting ready to stir-fry some broccoli.
I washed the broccoli and cut it into small pieces, then started stir-frying it in the preheated pan. During the process, I alternated between medium and low heat until the broccoli turned green and began to char slightly.
Recalling my grandmother's advice to make it softer, I added a small amount of water. After covering the pot, I turned the heat to low and let it simmer. I took the opportunity to serve the porridge to Hoshino-San, who seemed to have sensed it even in her sleep. With her eyes closed, she appeared to be smelling something.
After that, I dished out the cauliflower and added a touch of salt before bringing it over.
I took a brief rest on the sofa, picked up a tissue nearby, removed my glasses, and wiped the sweat off my face.
The morning sun was illuminating the entire room, and the wind chime on the balcony outside the glass door was gently chiming as always. The quiet hum of the air conditioning wasn't too loud.
Hoshino-San was still sound asleep on the long sofa to my left — albeit with a faint snoring due to her stuffy nose from a cold.
A little later, I went into the kitchen, picked up a bowl and spoon, lifted the pot lid, and served a bowl of porridge.
"Hoshino-San, can you eat?" I asked slowly, then brought the bowl closer to her.
I initially wanted to help her up, but she seemed to get up automatically at the scent of the food.
I handed her the bowl, and she held the spoon in her right hand with her eyes closed.
She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, then — it brushed past her upper lip.
...Uh.
She paused for a moment, then — this time it almost went into her nose.
"Hoshino-San, let me help you!" I said anxiously, fearing she might burn her nose next.
I scooped up a spoonful of porridge.
She kept her eyes closed, her delicate mouth slowly opening to let my spoon in. Once I put the spoon in, she closed her mouth, swallowed the porridge from the spoon. As I slowly pulled out the spoon, it seemed like she still wanted to keep it in her mouth.
She then swallowed, a smile creeping onto her face with her eyes still closed.
...This is just too cut-
No — no, I'm a doctor. I need to stay calm. She's my patient, and she's only sixteen.
I continued to feed her the remaining porridge.
A while later, I had managed to feed her half the bowl of porridge, and got her to have a few bites of the vegetables and vegetable soup.
She didn't seem to like garlic very much and now, with her eyes still closed, she was sitting on the sofa.
Thinking about it now, although I could take care of her all day, I don't have a car in case we need to rush to the hospital. I should contact her guardian.
"Hoshino-San, could you please..." Before I could finish, she had already laid down on the sofa and continued to sleep.
Alright then.
I helped her pull her feet onto the sofa, made her lie flat, covered her with a blanket, and planned to check her phone for an emergency dial setup to find an emergency contact.
Surprisingly, there was one.
I slid open the glass door, walked out onto the balcony, and made the call.
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I lifted the thermometer I had placed in her flushed left ear.
Looking at the reading on the thermometer, it showed "38.2 C".
Although a pregnant woman’s body temperature tends to be higher, this was definitely a fever, no doubt about it.
I slowly lowered my hand holding the thermometer, looking at Hoshino-San lying on the couch, I covered my face and recalled this morning.
…
The usual morning routine, I entered the bathroom for the usual grooming and looked at myself in the mirror.
After coming out, I noticed the mobile phone on the kitchen counter was buzzing with a notification, so I checked it.
I noticed that Hoshino-San had sent me two messages.
I opened the chatroom: "Amamiya-Sensei, I think I have a fever." she messaged—ugh. She sent a sticker—a somewhat chubby white seal looking displeased with a thermometer apparently stuck up its rear—What?
I turned off the phone screen and put it into my pocket. I put on my mask, grabbed the alcohol spray, and rang the doorbell at Hoshino-San's next-door apartment.
After a moment...
…She didn't faint, did she? But then—she opened the door, her face looking somewhat flushed.
"Ah~~Uno you're here~" She—What? "Hoshino-San, are you okay?" I asked.
"Relax! I just feel a little—" she said, waving her hand forward, then her body started to fall forward—"HEY ! HOSHINO-SAN!" I quickly stepped forward to catch her, her head leaning slightly on my shoulder.
"I'll take you to the couch to rest first." I gently assisted her, helping her to lie down on the couch.
…
Looking at her lying on the couch, she was resting with her eyes closed. Apart from looking exhausted, coughing, and a runny nose, her symptoms didn't seem severe. It's possible that she started feeling unwell on the way home yesterday, and her symptoms worsened during the night, preventing her from sleeping well.
I noticed her constantly adjusting her position, so I went to her bedroom and fetched a blanket and a pillow. I gently lifted her head and put the pillow in a comfortable place for her, and then covered her with the blanket.
"Is there anywhere else you're feeling uncomfortable?" I asked her softly. "Hmm... my... my head hurts a lot." she answered weakly, her face showing discomfort and her hands gripping the blanket tightly.
She couldn't take care of herself in this state, and I couldn't bear to leave her alone. "Hoshino-San, do you feel too cold right now?" I asked her gently.
"Uh... yeah, um... yes..." she answered slowly with her eyes closed. I got up, looked around for the air conditioner remote, found it, and turned up the temperature slightly.
After that, I went to her bathroom, rinsed a plastic washbasin, filled it with seventy percent hot water and thirty percent cold water, soaked a towel in it, and brought it to the living room.
I dipped the towel in the water, then wrung out most of the water. I then gently placed the warm towel on her forehead. Her expression seemed to relax a bit.
I watched her resting quietly.
After a while, I reheated the towel and placed it on her forehead again.
"Hoshino-San, did you do anything yesterday that might have led to catching a cold?" I asked her gently. "Uh... drank too much lemon water?" she answered me.
Uh... dinner last night? If I recall correctly, she didn't drink much.
"I saw you didn't drink much lemon water yesterday, was there anything else?" I asked her gently. "Um... yesterday... I think I took a cold shower." she answered slowly.
"For a long time?" I asked her. "I... don't remember, I think... after dancing yesterday afternoon, I showered until you rang the doorbell?" she slowly—What?
She showered until I rang the doorbell? I had finished a movie before I went to see her!
"Do you only take cold showers, Hoshino-San?" I asked her gently. "Well... at the beginning there was hot water, but later it ran out." she answered slowly.
I got up and gently opened the balcony door. The water heater is the same model as mine, the movie "The Graduate" is about 100 minutes, so this water heater can provide hot water for about 20 minutes, which means... 80 minutes of a cold shower.
No wonder she caught a cold... I heard her coughing from inside.
It seemed that I had no choice today. I walked over to the railing, dialed the hospital, and waited for the call to go through.
"Hello, this is Amamiya Gorou, a gynecologist. I have an emergency to attend to. My neighbor suddenly has a fever and can't take care of herself. She has no one else to look after her. I'm sorry, I need to take a leave of absence." I said. "Understood, Amamiya-Sensei, thank you for informing us. Are you sure your neighbor's condition requires your personal care? Does she need to be taken to the hospital?" the other party asked.
"Yes, I'm worried about her condition. I believe I need to see her myself. I've already assessed her illness. I will observe her condition. If it worsens, I will take her to the hospital immediately." I replied. "We understand your situation, Amamiya-Sensei. How long do you think your leave will last?" they asked. "I estimate I will need a day. I will handle this issue as soon as possible and return to the hospital." I answered.
After some more conversation, I managed to take the leave. I started thinking about what food is good for someone with a cold.
…
To be honest, aside from catching a cold when I was a child, I don't seem to have much experience with colds. Among the people I know, the one to ask about making a meal for someone with a cold would be...
But I didn't really want to call— I heard coughing from the room.
…
Sigh. I dialed a number from my contact list, waiting for the other party to pick up.
"Hello, this is the Amamiya residence." the voice on the other side said. "Hey, Grandma, it's me—" She cut me off. "Oh! My dear grandson! How rare of you to call back home! Did you miss Grandma?" she said joyously. "Kind of, but today I wanted to—" She cut me off again. "Gorou, are you bringing your girlfriend home this time? Should I notify the relatives?" She inquired—
Yes, this is precisely why I don't fancy making these phone calls.
"No, no, no, wait a moment! Grandma! Not every time I call it means I'm bringing a girlfriend home, okay!? I have other things to discuss!" I said, burying my face in my hands.
"Well, what could be more important than you bringing back my great-grandson? Gorou, you're nearly thirty now. There are only old folks and adults in our hometown, no children or babies. I'm bored! I wouldn't mind taking care of a child again, after all, I did help raise you!" she started to ramble.
"No, Grandma, aren't you missing several steps here? It's not like once you have a girlfriend, a baby pops out, right? Can't you just let things take their natural course? And today I really didn't call to talk about this!" I answered, feeling helpless.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?" She asked. "...No." I replied.
A moment later.
"Alright then, what did you need today?" she said, sounding a little impatient. "Do you remember what you used to cook for me when I was sick? The kind that made me feel better really quickly?" I asked her.
"I don't recall having any sort of family heirloom elixir. Or are you referring to the usual meals you ate when you were sick?" She asked. "...Yes, the latter. The meals you prepared when I was ill, do you remember them?" I clarified.
"...You don't sound sick to me?" She queried. "Uh...no, it's not me—" She cut me off. "Who are you cooking for?" She asked, seemingly curious. "Well, my neighbor—" She cut me off.
"Oh!? A girl?" She—what? "Does that matter?" I asked, looking ahead. "Of course, it concerns my great-grandchild." she proclaimed proudly.
"Grandma, please, can you stop fixating on having a great-grandchild?" I said.
After a pause.
"Okay, Gorou, it was lovely chatting with you today. Let's talk again another day. Bye—" I cut her off. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! HOLD ON, DON'T HANG UP!" I shouted.
I took a deep breath.
"...Yes, she's a girl, are you satisfied now?" I finally answered. "Oh, I thought it might have been a boy. That's a relief." she responded—what?
"Grandma, you're being too pragmatic." I retorted. "This is about my great-grandchild—so when are you bringing her home?" she asked—wait, what?
"Grandma, first, she is my patient, second, we're not that close, and third, she's only sixteen." I responded.
"Gorou, first, so what? Does that matter? Second, you know they say 'familiarity breeds affection'! Third, I gave birth to your mother when I was sixteen." she countered—wait a minute, the third point, what the hell, sixteen? I never knew that.
"Grandma, what do you mean 'does it matter?' She's my patient, I'm an 'OB/GYN'. How do you think the baby in my patient's belly came about?" I told her seriously.
"And so?" She—really?
"Grandma, babies don't just spring from stones, nor do they reproduce asexually." I replied.
"What is reproduce asexually?" She asked.
…
"Anyway, Grandma! Times have changed. If this were to happen, I would be socially ostracized, seriously!" I told her.
"No worries! Then just wait until she's twenty! I can wait a few more years, no problem!" she said. "No, Grandma, this—wait! Today I really just called for a recipe! She's not feeling well right now, can we talk about this another time?" I asked her.
After a moment.
"Um...alright, rice porridge—add a little ginger, steam some chicken breast and dice it." she answered. "With ginger, right?" I repeated.
"Yes, you could also make her a vegetable soup! Add tomatoes, onions, and garlic. Oh yes, garlic is very important!" she instructed. "Alright, alright, garlic, got it." I echoed.
"I used to stir-fry some broccoli, but softer food is better for someone with a cold." she advised. "Mhm, I'll keep that in mind." I affirmed.
"Oh, our Gorou is finally cooking for a girl! It seems my teachings weren't in vain!" she said, laughing. "Grandma, can you not—" She cut me off.
"I thought that since the family persuaded you to become an OB/GYN, you had lost interest in cooking—"
...
Right, isn't it?
After the family convinced me to become an OB/GYN, how could they think I was still interested in cooking? I gazed at the blue sky ahead.
...
"Gorou?" She called. "Yes, Grandma, I hear you. Is that about it? I have to go, she's not feeling well." I told her. "Alright then! Don't forget to come visit Grandma when you're free! Bye!" she said. "Sure, I will, goodbye." I hung up.
...
I should have just googled it instead of putting myself through this. I looked at the black smoke billowing from the chimney in the distance.
Isn't this what they wanted? Isn't this what I had to do? Isn't this why I switched from being a surgeon to an OB/GYN?
After all, my mother—
I heard coughing from inside the room.
...
Now's not the time for these thoughts; she needs someone to look after her.
I slid open the balcony door and casually closed it behind me, moving closer to Hoshino-San, who seemed to be asleep on the sofa.
I thought about cooking at my place and bringing the meal over later, so as not to disturb her. After all, I just live next door.
Taking the key placed next to her entrance hall, I locked her door and returned to my place next door.
Back home, I took out the necessary ingredients from the fridge. To make a rice porridge with steamed diced chicken breast, I needed to find my steamer, which, luckily, I found after a brief search.
Taking out the chicken breast... ah, it needs defrosting.
Covering my face, I hadn't considered this. But I decided to use the microwave to thaw it.
I put the frozen chicken breast into the microwave and turned on the defrosting function, but I shortened the microwave time.
After each round of microwaving, I would move and turn the chicken breast. It's a bit of a hassle, but at least it ensures that every part defrosts evenly, to avoid some parts being cooked while others are raw.
Once the chicken breast was fully defrosted, it had a nice, even color—from pink to pale yellow. Despite being frozen, it was still not sticky and retained a certain firmness.
I took a sniff; it had no off-putting smell.
Next, I placed the defrosted chicken breast in the steamer and started to steam it. It should take around 20 minutes. Meanwhile, I planned to prepare a vegetable soup.
I cleaned the carrots, onions, garlic, and tomatoes, and cut them into appropriate sizes. I then grabbed a pan, heated a bit of oil, and started sautéing the garlic and onions until the onions turned semi-transparent.
Next, I added the diced carrots and tomatoes and continued to sauté for a while. A few moments later, I added an appropriate amount of water and covered the pan.
The simmering process also took about 20 minutes. By that time, I could start making the rice porridge. I picked up another pot, washed it clean, and washed a cup of rice as well, then drained the water and added four cups back.
After putting it on the stove, I turned on medium heat and slowly brought the rice to a boil until it softened. This also took about 20 minutes, by which time the porridge became thick. By then, the chicken breast was ready. I took it out and let it cool on a plate while checking on the vegetable soup.
Hmm, the scent of garlic was present but not overpowering.
A moment later, I checked on the rice porridge with a spoon. The grains were distinct but had clearly softened. When I lifted the spoon, a thin strand of white liquid was dragged up.
I diced the cooled chicken breast on a cutting board and added it to the porridge. I also prepared some ginger, grated an appropriate amount into the porridge, and waited for the ingredients to meld together.
The vegetable soup was about ready. I seasoned it with a bit of salt and pepper, then covered the pot and brought it over to Hoshino-San's house. Upon entering, I set it on the kitchen counter. She seemed to be sound asleep.
I returned home and saw that the porridge was almost ready, so I turned the heat down and picked up the frying pan, getting ready to stir-fry some broccoli.
I washed the broccoli and cut it into small pieces, then started stir-frying it in the preheated pan. During the process, I alternated between medium and low heat until the broccoli turned green and began to char slightly.
Recalling my grandmother's advice to make it softer, I added a small amount of water. After covering the pot, I turned the heat to low and let it simmer. I took the opportunity to serve the porridge to Hoshino-San, who seemed to have sensed it even in her sleep. With her eyes closed, she appeared to be smelling something.
After that, I dished out the cauliflower and added a touch of salt before bringing it over.
I took a brief rest on the sofa, picked up a tissue nearby, removed my glasses, and wiped the sweat off my face.
The morning sun was illuminating the entire room, and the wind chime on the balcony outside the glass door was gently chiming as always. The quiet hum of the air conditioning wasn't too loud.
Hoshino-San was still sound asleep on the long sofa to my left — albeit with a faint snoring due to her stuffy nose from a cold.
A little later, I went into the kitchen, picked up a bowl and spoon, lifted the pot lid, and served a bowl of porridge.
"Hoshino-San, can you eat?" I asked slowly, then brought the bowl closer to her.
I initially wanted to help her up, but she seemed to get up automatically at the scent of the food.
I handed her the bowl, and she held the spoon in her right hand with her eyes closed.
She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, then — it brushed past her upper lip.
...Uh.
She paused for a moment, then — this time it almost went into her nose.
"Hoshino-San, let me help you!" I said anxiously, fearing she might burn her nose next.
I scooped up a spoonful of porridge.
She kept her eyes closed, her delicate mouth slowly opening to let my spoon in. Once I put the spoon in, she closed her mouth, swallowed the porridge from the spoon. As I slowly pulled out the spoon, it seemed like she still wanted to keep it in her mouth.
She then swallowed, a smile creeping onto her face with her eyes still closed.
...This is just too cut-
No — no, I'm a doctor. I need to stay calm. She's my patient, and she's only sixteen.
I continued to feed her the remaining porridge.
A while later, I had managed to feed her half the bowl of porridge, and got her to have a few bites of the vegetables and vegetable soup.
She didn't seem to like garlic very much and now, with her eyes still closed, she was sitting on the sofa.
Thinking about it now, although I could take care of her all day, I don't have a car in case we need to rush to the hospital. I should contact her guardian.
"Hoshino-San, could you please..." Before I could finish, she had already laid down on the sofa and continued to sleep.
Alright then.
I helped her pull her feet onto the sofa, made her lie flat, covered her with a blanket, and planned to check her phone for an emergency dial setup to find an emergency contact.
Surprisingly, there was one.
I slid open the glass door, walked out onto the balcony, and made the call.
2023.05.28 17:59 waddlek Trying to explain a runaway prop to a non-aviation audience..
Hello,
Please remove if this type of question isn't allowed.
I am working on a video about an aircraft crash from the 1950s that resulted in the loss of a Mark IV nuclear bomb. Two runaway props were determined to be the primary cause of the accident.
I am trying to find a way to explain constant speed props to a non-aviation audience. I would like some feedback on my explanation. Please let me know if this gets the point across or if I am missing something:
My Explanation:
Constant Speed or Variable Pitch propellors serve the same purpose as gears on your car or bicycle. The angle of the blades can be changed depending on the phase of flight and power requirements. The blade angle also controls the RPM of the engine. Setting a smaller, or finer, blade pitch angle produces a smaller force load on the engine, allowing the RPM to increase. At the same throttle setting, a larger, or courser, angle increases the force load on the engine, slowing the RPM. Turning the propeller blades to 90 degrees is referred to as feathering the prop. In this configuration the blades produce no thrust and induce the least about of drag possible.
A runaway propellor occurs when the governor controlling the blade angles fails. When this happens, the blades default to the fine pitch limit. This greatly reduces the load, and the engine will immediately overspeed. The rpm of an over speeding engine – sometimes referred to as a 'runaway prop' – will quickly go past red-line rpm and, unless immediately corrected, the engine is likely to self-destruct or the propeller blades will depart the hub due to the increased centrifugal force. The corrective action is to immediately reduce the throttle and slow the aircraft by pulling the nose up.
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Please remove if this type of question isn't allowed.
I am working on a video about an aircraft crash from the 1950s that resulted in the loss of a Mark IV nuclear bomb. Two runaway props were determined to be the primary cause of the accident.
I am trying to find a way to explain constant speed props to a non-aviation audience. I would like some feedback on my explanation. Please let me know if this gets the point across or if I am missing something:
My Explanation:
Constant Speed or Variable Pitch propellors serve the same purpose as gears on your car or bicycle. The angle of the blades can be changed depending on the phase of flight and power requirements. The blade angle also controls the RPM of the engine. Setting a smaller, or finer, blade pitch angle produces a smaller force load on the engine, allowing the RPM to increase. At the same throttle setting, a larger, or courser, angle increases the force load on the engine, slowing the RPM. Turning the propeller blades to 90 degrees is referred to as feathering the prop. In this configuration the blades produce no thrust and induce the least about of drag possible.
A runaway propellor occurs when the governor controlling the blade angles fails. When this happens, the blades default to the fine pitch limit. This greatly reduces the load, and the engine will immediately overspeed. The rpm of an over speeding engine – sometimes referred to as a 'runaway prop' – will quickly go past red-line rpm and, unless immediately corrected, the engine is likely to self-destruct or the propeller blades will depart the hub due to the increased centrifugal force. The corrective action is to immediately reduce the throttle and slow the aircraft by pulling the nose up.
2023.05.28 17:57 daflyguy739 Why is my HDL still low?
Just got my cholesterol results back after 2 months of dietary changes. They read:
I already exercise 6 days/week and have for the past few years. Over the past 2 months I lost 4 lbs (not a lot, but good progress, and I’m trying to lose 10 more).
Edit: And I haven’t taken any statins or other prescribed medication.
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- Total cholesterol: 318 => 237
- HDL: 48 => 45
- LDL: 248 => 175
- Triglycerides: 140 => 88
I already exercise 6 days/week and have for the past few years. Over the past 2 months I lost 4 lbs (not a lot, but good progress, and I’m trying to lose 10 more).
Edit: And I haven’t taken any statins or other prescribed medication.
2023.05.28 17:57 tom123qwerty Is the manufacturer recommended intervals on the Conservative side
To protect themselves. Say the oil change is every 30k miles is it safe to do it at 40k or 50k
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2023.05.28 17:55 Usual-Patient-3458 my mother is ruining my life and i don't know what to do about it
so my story is a little crazy and intense but i really need advice because i'm going crazy. I (20F) have always had a rocky relationship with my mom. She is an alcoholic (sober for 2 years) which really hindered my relationship with her. I was always closer to my father because of this. Up until last october i was living in a house with both of them, until my mom decided she wanted to move out into an apartment and divorce my father with no warning and left a week later. I continued to live with just my father up until february when he passed unexpectedly from a heart attack. i was crushed and scared because i had no clue what was going to happen to me and where i was going to end up. my father also had issues with my mother for years but stayed together for financial reasons, so when she left he had the plan to make me the sole beneficiaries to his assets. sadly he didn't have the time to do it before he passed, so everything went to my mother and i got nothing, including his life insurance, pension, and the house. I assumed my mother would move back into the house to help me and be there for me because she now was the owner of the house. I was wrong. she said to me that she doesn't like living with me and has more of the life she wants on her own, and that if i wish to i can continue to live in the house if i can find some roomates and pay her rent. i didn't have much other options so i agreed. flash forward to now. my mother is my landlord and i have two roomates (20F and 21F). We all signed leases and pay about 50% less than any other tenant i know in my area. it would be an extremely great opportunity if my mother was a normal landlord. She comes into the house unannounced constantly, gets upset if my roommate has her boyfriend sleep over, gets all of her mail here, is logged into the ring camera so she can see all of the people and times people go in and out of our home, consistently drives by the house to see how many cars are parked in the driveway and comepketely tries to micromanage everything regarding us and this house. I understand that the lease specifically says that non tenants can not stay for more than 3 consecutive days but come on we are family you know? we should be allowed to have boyfriends over and not have to ask. especially because she chose to be a landlord and not to be a parent. i genuinely just don't know what to do about this situation. She left my father, took all of his money (close to half a mil) and continues to milk me and my roomates for what we've got and expects us to ask her as if she as living here as a parental figure. I feel so stuck because i hate this situation but she is the only family i have and i don't have another option but to live here and keep paying. she threatened to take me to court if i keep having people over without asking her but she also breaks code for landlords! I want to change the locks but i think she's a narsasist and im scared she will sell the house out from under me in retaliation. mind you, my father and i always had plans for me to buy this house from him one day, since that's what he did with his parents somewhere else and it was a great oppertunity. all of my plans have been ruined and nothing has gone in ny favor at all and i just need some advice of what i even do in a situation like this with so much on the line . pls
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2023.05.28 17:55 the-water-sheep-jeb Need advice on how fucked my situation is.
So my prelude has a H22a4 with frm cylinder walls. PO lied about replacing the rings bc I’m pretty sure my piston rings are shot: the plugs are covered in oil and I consume oil like no one’s business. My car misfires in one cylinder ONLY when idling. Other than that she runs fine. I’ve been driving a lot for the past months. Did a compression test to find that cylinder at <100 psi compared to the other 180ish psi. I recently graduated and am moving with this car soon. I don’t have time to swap/rebuild the engine and I won’t have space to do that when I move. Should I just run the car to the ground and then swap engine and slowly rebuild the current one? The only other reason it could be low on compression is the valves I believe. The head gasket is fine and I just assume it’s piston rings bc the frm walls. I read that driving with one cylinder low on compression due to valves is fine. I assume driving with bad piston rings is fine too? I just don’t have time or money to properly fix this now and I shouldn’t have to drive more than once a week when I move. Do you think I should just ride her out until I have time/money to fix or until she potentially blows?
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