I supposed to have seen The Cars back in the day but I spent most of the show outside the Ladies room because my then girlfriend was inside worshipping the porcelain god.
No. I have not heard of any such practice as this.
PSYCH! And then you DON'T leave. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
The opposite, actually, for each move meant a culling. Every single one of them. It's part of the move. And there is no point in giving things away that are junk. It's all good stuff. But it must go. It must.
Otherwise you'll end up being a hoarder as seen in the Royal Tenenbaums when they open the closet and it's filled with every board game ever invented, as if the family enjoyed playing these game some long forgotten time in the remote past. Now they cannot even stand talking to each other.
Do you want that to happen to you? No. You do not.
So things must go.
And it feels good and lightening. Oh, the unbearable being of lightness.
On the other hand, I was given two tomatoes today. The guy at Tony's asked, "Did you find every thing today?" As they do. And I answered, "I keep hoping for heirloom tomatoes but no luck. My own have grown but they're tiny and spare. And I'm bummed out."
Then the guy at the next register, his boss, said in his bizarre accent, New Zealand or some fer'ner incomprehensible language fraught with displaced "R's" missing here, intruding there, non rhotic here, extra rhotic there, pitiful, I tell you, it sounded like this: "slkdisknf l sld iondk sl jeilrrr olkdf lkdfffffr rrr lklroinkrr l.mk lkrrr"
I said to the boy, "I didn't understand that."
The boy said, "He said, go get him two of the local tomatoes. They really good right now."
"Oh."
Then the New Zealander, or Australian, or some bizarre section of London guy said, " slkfioslidjf kdiols kee rrrr lsdjfkn e lkke. ldkekl dlas."
And I go, "Right! I certainly will."
Then I left. With two extra tomatoes.
So, these gift come and go. But only going for going, and not coming for coming nor ever coming for going.
You abide in a strange world. "Tell me of your homeworld, Usel."
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@Lem: Aside from running this blog, do you work with senior citizens?
(ducks)
I supposed to have seen The Cars back in the day but I spent most of the show outside the Ladies room because my then girlfriend was inside worshipping the porcelain god.
Would you believe some of those were premiados... winners. I got an extra 28 bucks.
You're leaving your job, Lem?
Yes Deb, I'm moving to Florida.
Did you get my email today?
This was not the "Bye, bye love" I was expecting.
No. I have not heard of any such practice as this.
PSYCH! And then you DON'T leave. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
The opposite, actually, for each move meant a culling. Every single one of them. It's part of the move. And there is no point in giving things away that are junk. It's all good stuff. But it must go. It must.
Otherwise you'll end up being a hoarder as seen in the Royal Tenenbaums when they open the closet and it's filled with every board game ever invented, as if the family enjoyed playing these game some long forgotten time in the remote past. Now they cannot even stand talking to each other.
Do you want that to happen to you? No. You do not.
So things must go.
And it feels good and lightening. Oh, the unbearable being of lightness.
On the other hand, I was given two tomatoes today. The guy at Tony's asked, "Did you find every thing today?" As they do. And I answered, "I keep hoping for heirloom tomatoes but no luck. My own have grown but they're tiny and spare. And I'm bummed out."
Then the guy at the next register, his boss, said in his bizarre accent, New Zealand or some fer'ner incomprehensible language fraught with displaced "R's" missing here, intruding there, non rhotic here, extra rhotic there, pitiful, I tell you, it sounded like this: "slkdisknf l sld iondk sl jeilrrr olkdf lkdfffffr rrr lklroinkrr l.mk lkrrr"
I said to the boy, "I didn't understand that."
The boy said, "He said, go get him two of the local tomatoes. They really good right now."
"Oh."
Then the New Zealander, or Australian, or some bizarre section of London guy said, " slkfioslidjf kdiols kee rrrr lsdjfkn e lkke. ldkekl dlas."
And I go, "Right! I certainly will."
Then I left. With two extra tomatoes.
So, these gift come and go. But only going for going, and not coming for coming nor ever coming for going.
You abide in a strange world. "Tell me of your homeworld, Usel."
Oh, the unbearable being of lightness.
Funny I'm leaving that book behind. I cant take too many things with me in a car.
Computer and clothes are going to have to do for now.
Florida?
Overheard (from Icepick): "There's a BH Surfer song for every occasion."
"Moving To Florida"
Speaking of Florida, we're having Florida weather here in SoCal. High humidity (it even rained yesterday).
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