Got a text message this morning from a real estate agent asking if I might entertain her offer on my house.
I was sorely tempted to ask if she might entertain my offer on a half hour of her company, but I resisted. I just told her she was a pest and blocked her number.
^^^^^
It occurs to me that I rarely see ashtrays in antique/vintage emporia anymore. Could it be that they just don’t sell?
I have a tobacco cabinet someone left on the curb a few years ago. It’s an attractive, fairly well-made little piece of furniture. And unlike most ashtrays, it lends...
^^^^^
I try not to lose sight of how fortunate I am to have what I have. It isn’t a charmed life, but it’s a helluva lot better than so many other peoples’. And I try not to downplay the role of sheer luck in these relatively happy circumstances. No one is entirely “self-made.” I sure ain’t.
^^^^^^
I’ve grown quite attached to people who were once in-laws, as well as members of their birth families. I have maintained regular contact with a few such shirttail relatives, one of whom resided in my ADU during his physical decline. (Brothers out-law, we called each other. He died three...
^^^^^^
Dang.
I understand your reluctance to inquire, but I suppose just about everyone is curious as to what did people in, especially when the deceased are relatively young.
^^^^^^
I found quitting easier than I had feared. In retrospect it seems that fears for my own survival pretty well tamped down the pulls of nicotine addiction.
I quit in September of 2006, having received some sobering news from the physicians. I had about half a pack left and some Bugler (or was it Top?) rolling tobacco atop the fridge. (I just couldn’t rest if I didn’t have an emergency backup tobacco supply). I finished the 10 or so factory-mades...
^^^^^
I must have 20 pairs, some of which are literally falling apart, but I just don’t have the heart to send ‘em to the landfill. They’re still good for wearing while painting or doing whatever else might risk staining them all the more.
^^^^^^
Sounds like you and I are contemporaries, more or less. My first car was a ‘58 Karmann Ghia, no reverse gear, 65 bucks, as I recall.
A few months back I bought a second car, so as to spare the “good” one the rigors of the road as much as we reasonably can. It’s a 20-year-old Chevy...
^^^^^
20 Euro seems an awful lot for that.
I have seen, but have yet to use, an automated machine that allows the purchaser to copy a key without the assistance of store personnel.
Regular old home door locks are still the norm around here, but I wonder for how much longer, what with all these...
^^^^^^
Do you mean regular old house door keys, such as the type to fit a Kwikset or a Schlage lock set?
At the local Ace Hardware the key blanks run four bucks and they charge a couple bucks more to cut them to match.
Me neither. I’ve probably mentioned before that in looking into what might have become of an old friend/acquaintance/coworker/etc. I find that said person has either died or that our mutual acquaintances, who might cast some light on the matter, have died themselves.
The generation ahead of me...
Which is another reminder that a person’s personal habits tell you nothing more than that about that person.
Among my favorite characters are (or were) people with vices we might agree are harmful, at least to them, if not necessarily to the wider world. Tobacco use bumped off a few of them...
The cigarette pushers got heavily into motor sports (and sports in general) after the ban on television ads, because so many of those sporting events were televised and that got their brand names in front of billions of eyes. The ads were not only on the vehicles and the attire of the various...
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.