I don't want to go into a home and someone has to clean out my house, and they'll come see me with a shell-shocked look in their eye because they had no idea how much absolute worthless stuff could be stashed around here, but they won't say anything because they're speechless. So I'm hoping I'll drop dead the day after I put my business affairs in order.
Wait. You don't use burners or the oven, just those appliances instead? Nothing wrong with that, it's just interesting. You wouldn't need pots and pans. Do you have a toaster oven?
It would have been admirable if they had managed to do it so everyone could pick up the story, whether new to it or a long-time fan without being obvious. Once in awhile I read a novel where the author manages to sneak in just enough description every so often so I'm not thinking 'now, who is this?' but not so much it's as if the story starts over again every 30 pages.
I think Amazing Grace is how non-religious people think they are covering their bases just in case they should have been going to church all those years - a nod to Godliness at the very end.
The effects that theater set people are able to achieve never fail to amaze and enchant me.
Because I'm usually in Las Vegas this time of year, I watch the Post Office Informed Delivery to see what cards are arriving there, and then send cards to those people, though my heart isn't usually in it. Some of Mr. YouKnow's family sends cards but they just sign their name - there's no point to it without some sort of further information, even if it's not a long letter. Sometimes I don't open the cards until summer time to read what people wrote. Once in awhile someone will refer to a mutual friend dying, and they assume I know all about it, just mention it, so I don't get the details. Maybe I was supposed to follow up.
His mother always signed the cards: Jean and George and then put "Mom and Dad" in parentheses, in case we might have forgotten their names and would wonder who was sending us cards. She died last Thanksgiving, and I'll miss that.
There's one couple who were pilot friends of my dad, and I wish they would forget about me, but it's a little bit interesting to see how their lives have changed as they've gotten older. I think they gave up their small airplane the last couple of years.
I used to always send a card to Larry from Mississippi - remember him? When he died, his daughter wrote to tell me that she'd found cards from me in his stuff so wanted to let me know he'd passed. For several years I sent her a Christmas card but she never responded, and she was probably glad when I stopped.
I need to get going on it - have been putting it off. Maybe I'll just sign my name without further information, see how that feels.
2004!
Live performances are magical, and when I go to one, I always promise myself I'll get out more often. Those bike racks are exciting. The airplane one makes me think: Someone's going to put their eye out.
Looks like she lost her Orange Juice ad in the 1970s, and in 1985 was dropped from an Atlanta TV show "PM Atlanta" after one appearance.
Yes, Catman Strothers was driving around in a snowcat. They are bigger than a Bobcat, which looks like a forklift without the fork, has a bucket loader instead.
My goodness, Jeri, I just looked up Anita Bryant's age, and she's 79, younger than you are, and you're right, she didn't age as well as you have. I see that she was Miss Oklahoma in 1958, and second runner-up in the 1959 Miss American pageant.
Hope whatever you decided to do worked out. I hate those tight parking lots.
I didn't see that coming.
This is one of those years when Thanksgiving is relatively late - fewer weeks between it and Christmas. It's like everything is on warp speed.
You would never be bored, and you're never boring!
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