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Lately, the 'slip craft' on my backside has been getting a lot more use than the 'slip craft' on my other side. If you nose what I mean.
Sorry to hear that Bo. Does that mean I am the last of the corporate slaves here?
I went to the coast today ... very difficult life style choice to make. Between a house about 2km from the sea which means I am mortgaged to the neck until I die or retire or get retrenched. Or a house 30km inland in a town whose main attraction is the N/S highway junction just next to it. I can pay cash ... no banks, no bonds ... little wooden house I'll probably never be able to sell. And I can't walk on the beach with my dogs. Not a safe town at all. But the freedom!?!?
In a way the choice has been made for me I think. The coast guy built an illegal structure on his property - a little flat. He wants me to pay half to get it legal. I can't. So I had to drive off & say the deal was off. Sort of disappointed to the point of tears & great despondency and sort of relieved.
Hey, at least the IMF chief is still in jail. That's cause for celebration.
What happened to the other house you were going to buy? The one with the triangle dormers? I musta missed the post about that one.
Enjoy the process. The solution is often contained in the unexpected. Keep your mind open so you don't miss it when it presents itself.
The key is to not sit with your thoughts, but to get out and roam around. Let fate do the rest.
Am I full of shit, or what?
Yes - you're full of shit. That's why I hang around here .... loads & loads of it to wallow in -:)
It's the house with the dormers that I have just lost. The disappointment runs really deep - not in my mind oddly enough, it's in my body. The guy was such a crook he got me to drive 1200 km on a 15 hour trip to do his negotiations with the building inspector promising to sign the deal if I got the negotiations right. I got them right - got the costs down to a third of what they had been. Once the arsehole had that information he didn't return any of my calls. The urge to kill is high. So I think I will go out and cast my vote now in the municipal elections & vote for all the parties who have promised to give us more street than pothole in town. I think that means a spoiled ballot and more potholes ....
The gates are thrown wide open to fate ... welcome mat and all.
Have to agree with you Waldo about the aging brain & what it gets up to ... I found a research paper proposing the following hypothesis:
Abstract: I argue that Plato was right in claiming that justice is more profitable,
more rational, and more intrinsically valuable than injustice, and that this is particularly true for business organizations.
... I wonder who funded that stupendous piece of research ... Does one laugh or just throw up all over the place & then die?
LOM you are right ... wrong thread. I'm trying to laugh at the absurdity of it all ... read somewhere that that is the 'enlightened' thing to do.
Anyone got a good joke?
Blame BO's post on the Yes Men's latest (who are funny) and the subsequent responses that were definitely not funny from my post on.
In Assisi, Italy. Flight to Boston was late, mad dash to the extreme other side of the airport. Al Italia employees chastised us for being late. "It wasn't our fault!" Telling the TSA guy that it was OK - pat me down, but do it quickly we are going to miss our flight to Rome - but he insisted upon doing his little speech telling me what he was going to do......the downside of titanium hips is I will always set off the metal alarms. That isn't funny nor fun. 28 hours of travel. Jet-lagged. But it is great to be here.
Breakfast. Prosciutto, eggs, local bacon (prosciutto crudo), figs, fresh cheese, fresh strawberries, cherries, homeade fig jam, chocolate filled cookies, bread, and caffe. Also local pressed olive oil and homemade wine vinegar.
Ms. Medusa is setting up our electronics before we start exploring, she just got the little Pentax camera to take the date and time. Going to take a long walk, perhaps to Assisi - 8 to 10 km away - have to get the sitting in economy section aches out through some trodding upon mountain roads.
non sequiter alert - with all of BO's shit we should start digging because there is bound to be a horse somewhere... (old joke about optimists).
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