Wordly Messages From Myles About His Life.
After church and my interlude to drop stuff of at Goodwill and another town’s recycling bin, I helped my church’s now-former Interim Minister move. It was fun, took most of the day and a BBQ party was offered afterward. Personal Bonus: room in my fridge now no longer taken up with root beer, kitchen cabinets no longer filled with snacks I won’t eat.
Now am home, to resume moving//sorting duties of my own. Tomorrow, most likely.
Be Seeing You.
Unpacking continues. I have 1:2 bookshelves assembled but not yet populated. I tested the olde printer I have, posted it and packed it in anticipation of selling it sometime. I’m planning a second run to Goodwill sometime very soon — it has to be before 5July, when a trip with passengers is scheduled.
By The Way: If you marry someone once and then again a few years later with no divorce in the middle, are you being polygamist with yourselves? What if you’re lesbians who have your marriage status controled by The State due to bigotry — are you still polygamist? Mormon? Lesbian Mormon? Pornographic Legislators For The Democratic Followers Of Jesus In America?
Tacking away at scanning as I can.
Be Seeing You.
Micro$oft without Bill.
Add that to the ‘Things I’ve Seen’ list.
Be Seeing You.
Going by the graph at Yahoo, we haven’t seen the DJIA at this level since around Sept06, the month in which I moved from East Coast to West Coast. I’m glad I rolled over my 401Kafka when I did — at about 1k points higher than today.
Now about that letter from the employer plan people that says they frak’d it up…
More unpacking stuff going on, though mostly organization right now until I get a little more floorspace to do more unpacking. I still haven’t started scanning the latest bout of paper.
I’m almost done with ‘Third Watch’. Which series to watch next…
Be Seeing You.
Opening boxes with Ye Olde Memories brings mixed emotions.
I have a ton more scanning, and shredding, to do.
Stalking someone is fun. Now am able to USPS something to someone; 4 years late, but hey.
Piles of books now define my apartment. More boxes still. My poor, un-assembled bookcases.
Be Seeing You.
Friends making realizations about the past when watching a Morgan Freeman movie about doing things before you die.
My poor liver.
Be Seeing You.
There’s something about selling things to Russians that amuses me. It doesn’t happen often, but it makes me smile in that odd way that gets my friends to wonder about me.
This instance right after the main Natasha Arc in ‘Third Watch’. “It’s called Root Beer.”
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