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Sleeps in a corner his head falling down and waking himself up.
Sleeps in a corner his head falling down and waking himself up.
Training for don't know how long, yes. It is. Just mind numbing and that shit gets exhausting to try to focus that hard on new stuff for that long, it's a fight not to just fall asleep.Are you still in training or have you started the actual work? It sure seems to be wiping you out.
Training for don't know how long, yes. It is. Just mind numbing and that shit gets exhausting to try to focus that hard on new stuff for that long, it's a fight not to just fall asleep.
I have always thought of the mind as a sponge S F. It can only absorb so much at a time. Then must rest before it can again absorb more. Rest an relaxation are important, and I feel key to learning.
And here we are again, just the two of us.
What'll it be m'am, the bar is all ours.
An orange juice would hit the spot, thanks.
Freshly squeezed of course. There you go.
That must have tasted good. Oranges used to be grown all over southern California, until they got eaten up by millions of houses. Now, I think the oranges come from Mexico.
Yep, the best crop for farmers is often bricks
It did taste good. The orange, not the bricks
Not too many bricks in California, they use stucco like it has no limit. Not sure what is used to make stucco, but it seems to hold up for a while in the ocean air.
I didn't know that. Here stucco refers to a wall covering, implying there's some sort of frame or some such underneath.
I am not an expert, but I think they use a wood frame with stucco on the outside wall and dry wall on the inside walls. My stepfather was a carpenter, so he would bring scraps of wood and drywall home. We used the scraps of wood to build forts and the dry wall is basically chalk wrapped with paper, so we used it for chalk.
He knew what he was doing then, supporting your creativity.
LOL No, he wasn't the type to care about that. He was the type to drag home anything that was free.
Lol serendipity then
Reminds me of my uncle, who transformed anywhere into a home for unwanted things found in the street
LOL Now my mother was creative. She would look at a piece of styrofoam and come up with a dozen things she could do with it. I saw a piece of styrofoam.
Must be in the genes then...she gave birth to an imaginative teacher after all