Earlier in the evening I solicited local residents for someone to make me dinner. Being fairly new to the concept of bartering online I now realize that may have been perceived as greedy, to simply want and take without offering and/or giving back to the community.
So with that said I’d like to offer this brand new Heat & Air Deflector to anyone who’d like an “unbreakable/irrompible” add-on for their vent.
It really is new, I opened it because I like opening boxes and packages. And they work perfectly. My feet are now chilly beans whereas yesterday the curtains were all dancing and swaying like them blow-up, inflatable tube guys with the fancy red hair over at Zimmerman’s car lot on the Fourth of July.
You may be wondering why I have such a treasure that I’m willing to part with. That is a very good question. I ordered 8 and have found good homes (inside my home) for the other 5 siblings. That leaves me with 2 spares and 1 that needs to leave the nest.
Yes, 2 spares for me. They say “unbreakable” on the box but I’m suspicious of that claim. I had more than one run-in with these as a kid. They usually ended up broken at the bottom of the garage trash can. Then my dad would ask me what happened to my vent cover and I’d be like “I dunno” … 🤷♂️
Anyways… Contact me with your address and I’ll drop it off in the next day or so. Under cover of dark.
Anybody wanna come over and make me dinner? My daughter’s here, too. I don’t eat anything with legs so I should probably put that out there. You can stay and eat with us if ya want. Geneva area only since I’m getting hungry.
When I’m drifting to sleep after drinking more than my fair share of coffee, words will surf in and out like the above. I sometimes think of writing more down but whenever I do I feel like I’m being pompously grand or overly wordy. Poetry is kinda artsy and not much like how I’ve been writing in the here and now.
But thanks for your kudos! Maybe I’ll at least write the down wordiness now and then. 😊
Peeps, here’s your Im-only-as-deep-as-the-self-that-I-dig Sunday jam.
I could probably sing the Portrait of an American Family disc to you, let you know when the chord and tempo changes were coming. Definitely in my top 5 faves from the early 90s. This song in particular was always my favorite.
The Smells Like Children disc was okay but not as good. Same with Antichrist Superstar. I just couldn’t get into them as much. The latter seemed to have too many theatrics and not enough kicking out the jams. Too much of a statement and not enough just good music. Most of Antichrist felt like sludge to, melding together in a blur and, nothing like the memorable, concise guitar riffs on Portrait.
I may need to leave the What’s Happening in Geneva Facebook group. I keep wanting to help with my web expert advice, wit, and charm. Below are two examples that I could barely resist (but did).
Hi there, I Need recommendation for washing machine fix…. thank
You’re gonna go all the way down about half a block and you’ll see a Torino with no wheels on it. Now, inside that Torino is my cousin, Jackie. Now, you tell him you my boy and that you need help, and he’ll make sure you get all the fixin’s you need.
Our first SATURDAY GOAT YOGA class at Rustic Road Farm. It was a WARM day to practice yoga. Luckily there was a light breeze helping us out. The goats may have felt the heat too as we had a few escapees in search of the opportunity to roam freely about the farm.
I had a goat once by the name a Thelma Louise. She was free roamer as well but certainly no Harvard graduate. Or a Cindy Crawford. Come around 82°F she’d stripped down to her birthday suit and twist and shimmy into that downward dog pose.
Believe you me, that was not a sight for sore eyes. I couldn’t even finish my root beer popsicle. Well, sometimes I would anyways. Ma didn’t always buy the root beer and no way I’d let that sweet sassafras slip away.
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