what’s up comrades. me, early. done with laborious moving the battleship garage so as to facilitate… moving more junk in there? it takes less than 14 sq ft to stock 40 more boxes. but the call of the wild U-haul lay ahead. In the mean time as they say, it goeseth in the garageth.

and it rubs the lotion?
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IVAN had the great foresight to announce, prior to the highest of level of discourse:
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(not paraphrased)

SHIT. IT IS ALL SHIT.

knowing they’re going to a home where ultimately they’ll be loved… does not make my babies I work so hard to raise growing up and leaving the nest any easier on their admiring Mister Senor Daddio boo hoo love ya girls every one

back to today, duh.

MY GUY HASN’T SEEN my shop. pretty excited. frankly, most of my clients are such longtime confidants I think of it in anticipatory terms not really associated with the larger income purpose here. More like, I finally get the chance for his valued valued advice, wit, opine on the world, wide as it has become. All this is besides the point to most. I figure. But with the Mr Sr LD it ain’t and never was about money.

Odd, seeing the biz I’ve betrothed a quarter century, near. most in this biz would be singularly driven by enrichments. You’d agree.

We’ll leave THAT at that.

But I’m looking forward to my friend, today or in the serendipitous WOW. And I mean that. looking forward. certainty NOT looking back. And it ain’t about the money.

There’s already money in my pocket.

She drove a big ol’ Lincoln with suicide doors and a sewing machine in the back and a light bulb that looked like an alligator egg was mounted up front on the hood and she had an Easter bonnet that had been signed by Tennessee Ernie Ford and she always had saw dust in her hair and she cut two holes in the back of her dress and she had these scapular wings that were covered with feathers and electrical tape and when she got good and drunk she would sing about Elkhart, Indiana where the wind is strong and folks mind their own business and she had at least a hundred old baseballs that she’d taken from kids and she collected bones of all kinds and she lived in a trailer under a bridge and she made her own whiskey and gave cigarettes to kids and she’d been struck by lightning seven or eight times

and she hated the mention of rain

and she made up her own language and she wore rubber boots
and she could fix anything with string and her lips were like cherries and she was stronger than any man and she smelled like gasoline and rootbeer fizz and she put mud on a bee sting I got at the creek

and she gave me my very first kiss

and she gave me my very first kiss

talking ’bout my little Kathleen
she’s just a fine young thing
someday she’ll wear my ring
my little Kathleen

errr

no salesman will visit your home