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RebelWithASmile:
I was mad at my mom one day and i went for a walk, and we did nothing but text the entire time. :laugh:
haha! I'm a loser
opinionista:
--- Quote from: shakestheground on March 20, 2007, 03:21:56 pm ---A sampling of my day: I cut my phone one Monday morning at 9 AM and have the following messages:
"My drawer guides are completly broke, they need to be replaced, I get my rent in on time, I expect some service!"
"My sister step grandson was killed in a wreck in Atlanta over the weekend so we are headed down there for the funeral, he wasn't but 24 years old, so if you try to call me and I'm not here that's why."
"You remember the woman at Sonic with the yeast infection? Well I rode thru there yesterday and she has located her daughter she gave up for adoption 42 years ago and they are going to be reunited this week!"
"Call me as soon as you can! The doctor says I have Toxoplasmosis from going to that Black History Program in that moldy church basement! You need to wear a face mask when you go in these nasty houses, I have some I will give you that are perscription."
I kid you not, and it was like that all day long.
--- End quote ---
I think you are lucky not to be the manager of the building I live in. It'll drive you really crazy, I'm sure!
Shakesthecoffecan:
Today, it hit 80 degrees Fahrenheit! :o Global warming at it best, and it was a beautiful day.
I belong to a group involved with raising finds for the expansion of our local history center. It is a wonderful genealogical library, one of few you will find (http://www.bassetthistoricalcenter.com/). Tomorrow night we are having a fundraiser, a bluegrass and gospel music show at the old high school auditorium. The school, built in 1948, closed and was sold off a few years ago and the owner is graciously letting us use the auditorium. It did however require cleaning. Lots of it.
Talk about deja vu, a cloudless sunny morning and I climbed those stairs to the front door, it could have been 1966 with little imagination. Inside, past the memorial for the 5 students who died in Vietnam, I was handed my rag and can of Pledge, and headed into the great concrete and wood paneled hall where as a boy I saw and got the autograph of the great Lester Flatt and the Osborne Brothers. The rows of seats covered with graffiti, some of it carved with knives in the days before metal detectors by men who are now Pap-Paws. "Hello Dolls" one seat read, I could not count the initials.
I made a full circle of the room, wiping down the paneling and baseboards, the edge of the stage. There were about a dozen or so other volunteers, all awash in their on memories, of school rivalries, of the band class that practiced on the stage. It is amazing how nasty a place can be when it is shut up.
My pocket rang and I seen it was me friend esseffjoe, so I ducked out into an adjacent court yard to speak to him. The place was a-bloom in forsythia and daffodils. It was like something you would see at an old girls school. I sat on the bench in the warm sun and took it all in.
I will be listening tomorrow night, to the vibrations of the strings, and think of Scott in his performance, best wish to you my friend, and you and you and you!
Front-Ranger:
It sounds like a very interesting day. Thank you for writing about it. I didn't get to go outside today at all. I missed it so much. Hope you have a good weekend. If you have a minute, join us in chat tomorrow.
Shakesthecoffecan:
I will try and do that, my, the 24th again.
I saw me first butterfly this morning, a Monarch, flying across the road thru traffic, I always cringe and dodge them. More will be following I am sure, this heat wave is supposed to last thru next Friday.
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