As good a commentary on retirement as comes to mind. Broken up for furniture.
Arts and Crafts Movement hadn't shown up yet. You've got to figure a lot of bedsteads.
Unaware of anything of any significance going on. It's freezing at Luci's. Maybe later?
How can I possibly listen to Rocket 88's session now? No. For the best, I should think.
Should go home, clear off back patio for woodworking. Several projects in the works.
Hold on... it's Sunday; I'm leaving town. Why bother? Don't feel like bothering anything.
Full still from late night binge eat, which is what I do when things just 'don't work out'.
Don't care for that term... usually employed by people who blame others for SNAFU.
In all mercy, she could be captive to a predator after whatever 'issues' she's had.
You hear all sorts of stories but rarely any taking of responsibility. Par for course.
Had I a 'right to know' or should I have interrogated? Come on. She certainly did.
Over the top, she was. Given no heads up, sadism only explanation. I warned her.
Plate: The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up, J.M.W. Turner 1838
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