Is your surveyor incompetent or enjoying power, or is he getting kickbacks or what? Glad you found a better way to go.
Good times some of us for sure ... but I went to an inner city school and my black classmates didn't have it so good. My childhood was a mixed bag but I wouldn't trade my poor neighborhood experiences for any suburban one ever. In addition to the bums and the bars, we had an oculist, a pharmacy, the Salvation Army (with a grand piano I used to sneak in and play on), bookstore, day-old bakery (cherry pie, 30 cents), strip joints, used furniture store -- the family lived in the back of the store. I used to play with their kids. I'm asking you is anything more wonderful?
I'm a big fan of all those mentioned. John Oliver is amazing.
Good progress. Your worker sounds great. The river looks as if any nimble person could walk right through it. I am guessing you have lost some current. It's still beautiful. Keep the pictures coming.
I wanted to be a writer but in those days it was just a fantasy. I married at 24, a man 21 years older, a pillar but not a household name in the science fiction community. He introduced me to the greats: Arthur C. Clarke, Frederik Pohl, Theodore Sturgeon, Isaac Asimov ... the list never ends. I was a late bloomer. If I had my smarts today when I was younger, I might have made a career. As it is, I survived on the fringes but even that was a great way to go.
I'm hurting chronically now but have stopped taking Aleve because my stomach didn't feel right. Thing is the physical therapy makes the pain escalate. I have to believe that it's going to improve things over time. I did return to ballet stretches and that has helped. Tell Ted to hang in. Today I received another letter from Geico, the insurance company of the guy who hit me. It asked for the same information and was worded exactly like the first letter a month ago, and the keep misspelling my first name. Also, I had an legnthy conversation with the rep who wrote this letter about three weeks ago. It was a recorded conversation. I repeated everything that I had written them and during the conversation he kept saying, "and you know know this is being taped and you understand blah blah," and I'd say yes, and a minute later, he'd ask me again. He was covering his ass six ways from yesterday. I called and left a message on his answering machine and told him I had already answered the questions in their latest letter, would they please spell my name right, and to get his #### together. xx, T
Beautiful, Jon. I have same experience a Jeri -- most potted fresh flowers in my house don't last more than a month.
Why would you take your cell phone to a friend's house and leave it in her yard? Sorry for your friend's loss. She must be really upset.
In the late 50s, a friend suggested I take computer courses because it was the coming thing and I could make a lot of money programming. I sometmes wonder if I should have taken her advice. Anyway, I come from a time when the first TV was a modern miracle. Technology has far exceeded any expectations I entertained at 20. And the instant viral communication of every story that can lead to imitators of evil acts is a piece of this that no one expected.
Your introspection is a good thing and will lead you to answers. It’s hard to know why you should have feelings of inadequacy unless you were raised with expectations it was hard to meet. In my case, my mom dreamed of my being successful, but the message in a first generation Greek household was that females married and that was the end of autonomy. I was a rebel and moved from Chicago to New York to escape this trap. It was interesting to read about your struggles.
Maybe if football players could just all be neutered? Would that help?
I awoke one morning in New York City, on lower 2nd Avenue, to tremors. It was about 6 a.m. Oh, I thought, it's just the subway rumbling down below. WAIT A MINUTE. Second Avenue doesn't have a subway. Later I learned that New York had experienfed one of its rare earthquakes.
Since my center/left views have been often published as Op-Eds or in the Letters column of the Fort Myers News-Press, my conservative neighbors have been gossiping about me negatively. I know a good deal about some of them, none of it flattering, some of it downright ill-advised. And yet, I have said nothing. So I am in the noble column on this one. My good friend who, however, gets along with everyone, sometimes tells me what is being said. We laugh about it. She even went so far as to warn one woman that if she didn’t start waving back (her husband waves as they walk by, she stonily stares ahead), I might write about her and have it published. Well, I wouldn’t do that and, in any case, it isn’t newsworthy so I doubt the paper would print it. But I’ll bet she waves back the next time.
Sorry the coalition is amateur night, but this is not unusual. You keep being the gadfly when you see errors. The pix are great and Eloise is really beautiful.
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