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You like to look good, don’t you?
Complacency
A contemplative
moment becomes the method —
don’t get too comfy.
You know that moment you realize that you’re slacking, and you fear that you’re going to lose whatever it is you’re working for to unseen forces encroaching just beyond your immediate horizon? I’m having one of those weeks. It may be due to the fact that we have been living without Internet service in our new home and that makes it difficult to keep up; fortunately, that will be taken care of today. But will that dissuade the beast at my horizon?
. . . because I’m almost certain that you have a favorite color.
Do you believe in multitasking? (more…)
Beginning II
Back to work — no prob.
After running the gauntlet,
I welcome this life.
Well, after two weeks off it’s finally time to return to what is considered to be normal. In some ways I’m looking forward to it – training on the Mazak laser cutting machines, earning my wages again and not getting paid through a magically finagled combination of holiday pay and paid time off. My widdershins world is running rightways again. The thing I will miss most is being able to spend the day at home with my ladies, Mme Ross and the wee one.
This post was prompted by this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge.
Beginning I
Box by box unpacked,
a space for writing is shaped —
finding my feng shui.
We have so much to do when we are moving from one house to the next. I, for one, didn’t think to call the cable company until a few days before closing and so of course we have to wait until Wednesday to get our Internet hooked up. I’m posting from the phone for now, and forsaking formatting!
This post was prompted by this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge.
Culmination
For the moment I’ll
be incommunicado–
today is the day.
I’m thinking about this fun kind of post I might call something like People Are Hilarious. A photo of something that makes me want to laugh at someone.
Case in point: I was headed out to the new Clan Ross home this morning with a load of family treasures and found myself sitting at a light behind one Sexy Mexican . . . or is it smelly Mexican? Smelly sex? Is it portmanteau of both smelly and sexy, as in “I am one smexxi sumgun?” I don’t know, but I’m thinking this is a great example of an unfortunate vanity plate choice. And what’s worse is that this person, when applying for the plate, has to explain what it means. What was that like, and how shamelessly and glibly did they blurt it out?
Here’s an idea: this person’s next vanity plate should say SMOOFUS.
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