Don, your Village Dork… http://dailymessenger.blogspot.com/2019/06/don-your-village-dork.html
Heck! I sees you holding that cup of coffee. Hiss. No matter. Two new photos I’ve never seen before. All other old stuff.
Wood work? Nice to have a vertical parakeet perching thing for their indoor flights near the backside area.
Now on to slander. I was ranting about stuff. Thoughts. Wondering why my own cousins do and say stuff. We neither talk to them nor do they visit us.
Then goes the fair share of stuff to come. Then I thought about the Biblical passage: I do NOT know you.
Addendums. En route home bound after grocery shopping, I saw an old long bed truck pulling its hitch load on the first lane to my left.
As we neared the top of the overpass, I sensed without really sensing that he wanted to enter my second lane and probably exit to the clover loop up ahead and towards HWY 680 underneath.
I gave the guy three cars length by slowing down and I expected him to signal his intention at the first chance. He didn’t until a few hesitant seconds later.
So that delay in signaling indicated into moi that my world is opening up without really trying too hard.
He stuck his left arm out horizontally and motioned his fingers a thanks. I returned a very strange hand signal in haste by raising my right free hand while holding down both my ring and pinky finger as if in blessing. Then I placed my left and middle fingers on the middle of my forehead to signal whoever saw that I sensed the event without thinking or trying too hard.
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