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Mi no comprehende’.
Math people please take a front seat.
Pi R Squared people take the next row.
Those geometrically opposed, the next row.
Those integer-ed, the next.
And so on and so on.
RV people, move to the back of the bus, I mean room, I mean bus.
What exactly DO you mean?….
When you mean—not mean, as the mean of the mean😳
as a verb it is the action of the noun of the word people use to describe,
Anger.
(lk)
At time, astute individuals understand, comprehende’ the actual meaning of the emotive emoticon of emojis describing the desperate attempt to understand why someone touches another……
Ugh.
Sorry.
I just did it again.
I touched on the word, touch.
Not the meaning, mind you.
Am not so arrogant that I would, could, should understand
What is ultimately, “comfortable” for you.
Is not “comfortable” for me.
Let’s approach this concept for a moment.
As in “Let’s touch on that.”
But.
Not really.
Touch on it.
Or.
Touch it.
Ugh.
This may go on and on and on and on for a very, very, long, long time. (Mel)
Don’t give up.
Though.
There is still so much life left to give, left to live.
Goodness in action.
Meanness. Let’s leave that for now, to the amateurs, still trying to figure it out. Which way to run. Where to hide. Especially all those who think untrackability exists.
I am here to resoundingly admit.
It exists.
In the palm of our own hands.
Now.
Don’t you feel a little, stupid?
That you were turning yourself in over and over…….
Depends upon the situation, I suppose…
Anyway.
Back to the fashionista-perspective of thriftiness and sewing the seeds of ability, of abilities.
No “dissing” allowed.
No “diss” aloud.
No devaluing on the basis of less than.
I could almost hear the bus emptying as I wrote the words.
Passengers tripping all over each other to
Get off the bus.
On to the next thing.
The better thing. The better place.
Gosh darn it.
We forgot the biggest piece of baggage of all we are lugging around.
Ourselves.
Our “junk”, stuff, fashion pieces and “war” paint. As it once was called in the olden days.
Ha. ha. ha. the worst part is when we are going to “a better place” we bring this stuff WITH US.
Epiphany? Anyone?…
O.k.
Will spell it out.
Ugh.
There I go again.
I plan to spell it out, but not really spell-it-out.
Isn’t that what spell check is for?
Or.
Is spell check really for going backwards because we did not learn it properly in the first place.
There are no shortcuts.
Black. White. Beige. Tan.
Or.
Bone.
We all gave it a good run though didn’t, we.
We won’t even speak of hair color at this stage of the “game.”
Nor-Lotions, potions or notions.
Our bag is getting rather light.
And that is ok!
Someone wise once said, “I, or we earn our wrinkles.”
This statement of a person’s life story is one way to look at a life of challenge.
Of challenges.
Not certain I agree.
But will leave it there.
On the table.
Under the table.
Near the table.
Wherever.
Normally, I eat standing up anyway.
At the counter.
On the run
Chewing and walking because that is how I learned.
Because, oftentimes cannot remember eating……save for another time.
Save for another time.
Consciously or unconsciously.
Coupled.
Un-coupled.
There are dozens (math-reference) of ways to skin a cat.
Your choice.
Your choosing.
One can skin it looking good.
One can skin it looking bad.
Ask the fashionista how they do it.
You may be sorry you asked.
The troubled-go-nowhere-middle…..
Not looking like such a bad place after all.
No.
That does not mean mediocrity is the order of the day.
What makes that delicious?
Not mucho.
The pecking order.
It is “a changin”.
Who wants to be in their “box” at the end of their life with full face make up and favorite shirt? …..in observance of what we “looked like” during our waking hours here on planet earth?
Chances are, none of us still have our favorite clothes from childhood.
(Disclaimer: I do.)
(More disclaimer- In the hopes they will come back in style so I can wear them again!😃)
Frugal, that is me.
Cannot say I do not keep an eye on the trends of fashions of the day.☺️
Environmentally speaking, of course.
During my most impressionable time of life, my uniform was a uniform.
It was swanky. Now. I even see it on the Hollywood elite as a trend.
Who knew.
Not me.
But I plan to dig it our and strut around in the ole skirt and vest with pride.
And the fact I can really, REALLY
Stretch a dollar.
Bit coin—not so sure.🙃.
Browsing.
Nope.
Window shopping.
Unless I am buying a window of course.
Know it when I see it.
👜🕶️👘👠👙.💩
Nope.
Know it when I see.
🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖.
Yep.
More respectfully stated.
Yes.
The pendulum swings hard and fast.
Better focus.
Like.
Yesterday.
Or the opportunity to help, really help,
May miss you, elude you, ignore you….
Etcetera, Etcetera.
Problems do not become “fixed” by tossing, money at them. Printing money that doesn’t exist. That does not exist.
No words describe the irresponsibility of this.
Except.
Irresponsible.
We all have regerts.
I mean—regrets……that we re-fret over.
Over and over and over and over.
Give it a rest.
A real rest.
A gentlemen’s rest.
Choices are not so difficult.
When you know what is at stake.
Who is at stake.
What is at stake.
Why it is at stake.
A life of regret, as in “You sure can pick ‘em” is best left to the negative naysayers.
Salute those who lived a life in steadfast uniformed duty, even when the uniform was off.
But the gloves are not
Off.
Hit with your best shot.
Fire away.
Use the 💪🏻💪🏻 big guns and pics at your disposal….
There is no choice like the right choice.
Have a nice day.
I know I will see some others, on the other side.
I hope you will be one of them🙂🫵🏻.
Clad or clod in your finest birthday suit.☺️
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