arfie
Status: knowledge is all past tense. i can't **know** a thing until it has already happened. stay in the present tense. stay ignorant.
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Taking care to avoid the cultural manic broadcast of the I-word (Insurance) here in this entry, the untangling of the 65th birthday snot knot seems to be going well between Hubs and I. His 63rd...
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I like simplicity. I like simplicity enough that I am typically far more disturbed by too choices than by not enough choices. Ya works with what ya gots and somehow it always works out, whether the...
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Here we are at the end of the promised delivery schedule for the chicken condo puzzle package and. . . Checking again to see if my cell phone is still working. . . Verifying info again. . . Time's...
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As the new Man Cave in the Tinkers Den has settled into the farm psyche, there have been suggestions to retribute with a "She Cave" and a host of equally genderfied cutsies. As much as I hate being...
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I am beginning to believe in the body of yaddahs for managing my cPTSD flashbacks which I have been calling, "Mining for Gems." It begins with the observation that, like my computer's hard drive, my...
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Which flavor of witch am I? Am I a blue haired neurotic or a disabled veteran and retired construction boss? My 65th birthday is approaching. That is one of the magic numbers for the Social Security...
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I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me when the email from the Urban Coop Company email informed me that transit of my 500 pound pallet of 13 puzzle boxes would be 7-8 business days in...
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How ironic is it to be fearing that I am only walking into another proverbial gilded cage by allowing myself to call this place, "Home" rather than "the job site" while simultaneously being excited...
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The second attempt to put up the cabin tent was, as expected, far easier than the first attempt. Getting the surprises behind you is the very purpose of setting up a new tent in a familiar,...
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Many things are either easy or they are impossible. When I stand, I am balancing a five and a half foot length of an intricate collection of parts on the much smaller surfaces of my feet. The...
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One of the more confusing aspects of Townie life for me is the way the majority of Townies seem sleepwalk through life. I often feel like my most important job in my wandering is shaking the Townie...
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On the south plains, 85 degrees doesnae count as "hot" but a 40 degree temperature hike still qualifies as a heat wave. To my gypsy senses, it feels like August is here. There are only two seasons in...
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This foggy morning finds me pondering roads not taken. In particular, my own family legacy of porn and prostitution. I frequently think I could have made a better than most Whorehouse Madam. Dolly...
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Yesterday afternoon found me so exhausted that I nearly fell asleep on the drive home from my shopping expedition in the far west edge of the metroplex. Oops. . . I did it again. . . I called this...
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The psychic fissures feel calmer this morning, despite the 3 a.m. wake up from a credit card fraud alert. Better, but still fissurey. Therapy exercises still in progress. I am nearly ready to call...
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