Endless Ends

I fear what I may have unleashed upon the River Oaks region . . . :eek:

But if you do drop in there, we can compare notes of what you see versus what I remember (confession: I was there more than once, but only to imbibe in a purely social manner. :unsure:)
 
Entry Three in the Tractor Saga:


I went to get gas.

At a gas station.

A tractor sidled up next pump over.

AT A GAS STATION



Fair warning. This is never going to get old. :p
 
I fear what I may have unleashed upon the River Oaks region . . . :eek:

But if you do drop in there, we can compare notes of what you see versus what I remember
We will toodle in, eventually, but is will probably be at least six months due to circumstance. 🤷‍♀️

(confession: I was there more than once, but only to imbibe in a purely social manner. :unsure:)
*raises suspicious eyebrow*

🤨
 
Entry Three in the Tractor Saga:


I went to get gas.

At a gas station.

A tractor sidled up next pump over.

AT A GAS STATION



Fair warning. This is never going to get old. :p
Tractors gotta be gettin gas too!

To be fair, I lived in South Jersey for awhile and it was relatively normal to see a large boat at the gas station.

Apparently, the prices they charge at the marina are exorbitantly high. 🤷‍♂️
 
In other news -

1) I stumbled on a deer carcass at the back of the property. It was . . . upsetting.

2) The White Narcissus are blooming! Which always reminds me of Halloween Party and Hercule Poirot and referencing a poem from his childhood.

Regarde Narcisse,
Regarde dans l’eau
Regarde, Narcisse,
que tu est beau
Il n’y au monde
Que la beauté
Et la Jeunesse
He-las! Et la Jeunesse
Regarde, Narcisse,

Regarde dans l’eau.


In no way did I imply that segue would be relevant or make any kind of sense. :p
 
Tractors gotta be gettin gas too!

To be fair, I lived in South Jersey for awhile and it was relatively normal to see a large boat at the gas station.

Apparently, the prices they charge at the marina are exorbitantly high. 🤷‍♂️
*blinks*

You're saying you saw a large boat float up to a gas station?



:p
 
I stumbled on a deer carcass at the back of the property. It was . . . upsetting.
It’s possible he was stalking you, watching closely every time you walked past your window, drawing his plans against you. Then, suddenly, a sharp pain is his arm, the quickening of his heart, then death.

You may have dodged a bullet. That’s all I’m saying.
 
It’s possible he was stalking you, watching closely every time you walked past your window, drawing his plans against you. Then, suddenly, a sharp pain is his arm, the quickening of his heart, then death.

You may have dodged a bullet. That’s all I’m saying.
Jesus.

And I thought it was only the rabbits that were dangerous. 😲


*is now wondering if she locked the exterior door*



It was really upsetting though. Poor dear. *lip quivers*
 
Privacy
Is it weird if I say both? 🤣

Two rooms up and one room down are covered. Otherwise, not so much.

Which has curtailed, nominally (as old habits die hard), my wandering around in only a long tee shirt.


Because the rabbits and dears are probably taking notes. You know, for the serial killer.
Privacy tip: if you cut an old long tee shirt up one side and open it up, it will cover a basic window . . . you're welcome. (y)
 
Privacy

Privacy tip: if you cut an old long tee shirt up one side and open it up, it will cover a basic window . . . you're welcome. (y)
..............................

This statement gave pause.

Just to be sure, I went and measured.

You either think my windows are very small, or my teeshirts really big. :p
 
..............................

This statement gave pause.

Just to be sure, I went and measured.

You either think my windows are very small, or my teeshirts really big. :p
Need measurements to confirm . . . window size . . . or reason teeshirts are really big. :unsure:
 
Need measurements to confirm . . . window size . . . or reason teeshirts are really big. :unsure:
The glass itself is a little more than 31 inches. technically, I suppose my tee shirts would just cover that, slit down one side. Height is closer to 4.5-5 feet? That means roughly 3 shirts to cover, pierced together somehow, to get any kind of reasonable covers.

Idk. Seems like a lot of work. And tee shirts. :p
 
I just reread a little P.D. James. The Murder Room.

It's a book whose setting is an interwar murder museum. The term, interwar period, is curious to me. It's used in Europe to delineate the period, which is studied as having its own entity and culture. Interesting, and I can see, appropriate.

Yet, here, I've never heard the term used. We define that period in time by the Roaring Twenties or the Dirty Thirties, separating the time span into two units. The bookend wars aren't mention at all.

Sure, we didn't suffer with air raids or occupation, but the two world wars were hardly insignificant in impact on life in the US.

Idk, seems odd. 🤷‍♀️
 
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So, uh, did you find that thing you misplaced? :p
So that is more interesting than my musings on the interwar period of the United States? 🤣


Well, yes, I did, in fact, find the article in question.

*said with great dignity*

Actually, there was no dignity involved whatsoever. 😂


Most of my books are packed in boxes, but I do have one glassed case with a small selection. All neat and tidy. At least, it started out that way. Naturally I've continued to buy books. *sigh*

Books. More books. Books stacked on books and books tucked sideways and whatnot. Of course I'd given it the once over - twice. To no avail.

Turns out my brain thought the perfect hiding place was wrapped in a hand towel tucked behind all those layers of paper and harbored.

This was discovered in a panicked, last minute, completely lacking in dignity scramble that involved tumbling half the contents out of the bookcase.


My blood pressure dropped instantly. :p
 
Now that you've recovered the item from it's "perfect hiding place", where will you hide it next? . . . are shovels required? And where will you hide the "hint" guaranteed to help you find it next time? :unsure:
 
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