For the oglet’s first fencing coach. A well loved man, the wake was loaded with people, and we stayed long enough to pay our respects and go.
57. Far too young. Leaves children around my daughter’s age.
Lots of people my age dying. More each year, A few younger than me, too. This death thing is no damned fun for anyone. Shame someone hasn’t made it illegal, that stops stuff for sure.
I used the time (Since I wasn’t hustling wood) to move a bunch of stuff around the yard, bring the snowblower in (I had treated a bunch of rust on it and it needed some rustoleum) paint said snowblower, pin up the wool blankets over the windows in my office ( A powerful lot of damned windows) ream out the crapper (Our water has a fairly high calcium content, and it does tend to close up the holes in the rim making it difficult for enough water to get into the bowl fast enough to make the poo go away) And kept the fire in the fireplace going. I wrecked myself and barely (By my standards, anyway) did anything.
That Gertrude Stein invented internet comment spam. Witness this excerpt from her magnum opus:
The instance of there being more is an instance of more. The shadow is not shining in the way there is a black line. The truth has come. There is a disturbance. Trusting to a baker’s boy meant that there would be very much exchanging and anyway what is the use of a covering to a door. There is a use, they are double.
I will never bitch about Ein Rand again. She was long winded but mostly coherent.
