One must be particularly adept at navigating the social waters when close neighbors hold garage sales. Although rifling through their once-personal, now-discarded belongings can finally be done in public, and without shame, actually making a purchase is loaded with risk.
Eventually your neighbor will find themselves in your living room, staring at what was once, to them, a cherished personal effect they were forced to part with due to "insistence from the bank." Mounting or presenting it predominantly, with its own lighting, will only underscore the awkwardness.
It will be all the more difficult to pretend that part of their lives truly is dead if your purchase happens to be one or more framed family portraits.
Couple tornadoes hit the dance floor last night.
I've been wanting to get that out, publicly, for the last three years.
Now that I have...
...It's like the wrong end of a sugar high. I don't even want to get the T-Shirts printed up.
Think I'm gonna spend the day down at the drug store trying out band aids. See if they can help me figure out those butterfly-knuckle deals.
I'm leaving my phone in the drawer, so don't bother.
It was just brought to my attention that I am in need of stronger, thicker lashes.
Eyelashes.
Which I thought I had removed by lasers last year but...
They grow back in little, ratty nubs.
Anyway, I need the stronger lashes to qualify for the Olympic diving trials. Always something.
Thick August fog rolled in this afternoon, reminding me of my time stocking cans at the local Spartan Store. The dangerous thing about a summer fog is the uncertainty it brings. You can't get your bearings, don't know where the driveway ends and the road begins. Makes you question your decision to purchase three slip n slides and leave em in the box all summer. It's little questions that pile up in a fog. Your mind drifts from concerns about deflationary measures taken by the Fed to more immediate concerns. Where are my keys? Did I feed them to a giant pink frog last night? And if so, how did he escape my dreams? Some questions have answers, though. How many loaves of bread will that local Spartan Store allow you to purchase before getting the sheriff involved? 87. How many loaves of said...
I've taken to microwaving things again.
Family photos and important documents, mostly.
Got two microwaves going now. Oh yeah. One stacked atop the other. Got the second one online. Place out of Montreal. Real fine service.
Course, I'm taking my time now. One paper at a time. But come the holidays I'll ramp it up and zap entire bags of receipts in one go.
AND HERE'S MY SECRET: Before leaving for work each day, I set up two identical alarm clocks. One in the top oven, the other, in the french model below. I set em both on defrost for 4 hours and leave.
Each day I gain about 30 seconds. Come autumn and the daylight switch, I'll get an entire extra day.
Probably spend it working puzzles.