To the jester,
Do y’all remember when y’all raised your three hands into the air and I happily complied with a photo of where I left off? Well, if y’all read my rant, I got that goodie at a VERY deep discount. So if y’all visit an approved store for a repair they might know because I hope that stuff isn’t one of those reported.
Anyway, I keep messing up stuff at work and all I could do is email my apologies for the mix up. I could sense those who are too ragged in their energy and connection, because that’s what happens when I stayed home for too long.
Today went well as I sweated up a storm setting up the tables with plastic liners, plates of breads, and other stuff that need to be done for the monthly celebration. I did dishwashing of utensils later on and took home one plate of meat stuff, tortillas and some other chili and onion.
Again, I do NOT care anymore for parties or celebrations. I think that’s another reason why being childless was a blessing – the emotional connection won’t be too severe on my nerves. I can’t take the loss and I certainly cannot take the stress of drama.
Plus, my hands probably don’t heal, but does have the opposite effect of bad stuff. This leads me to two thoughts that might have manifested. And for that, I do ask forgiveness.
Last Monday was choir rehearsal. And I learned from the swollen, gout-filled choir leader that she and the original choir conductor got into an vehicular accident. Someone rear-ended the driver, the elderly hunchback.
The old lady didn’t want to go home alone because her elderly husband would have thrown a fit. But with the swollen wing gal by her side, there wasn’t a show of fit, of course.
I forgot the other manifestation and when and if I do, I’ll come back and update this paragraph.
Oh, and yesterday en route towards the choir box and halfway down the pathway past the church school, an overhead light turned off upon my arrival. Once again, this stuff doesn’t surprise me as I believe that my alien implant is still active.
Sincerely,
Flynn B.
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