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20161206-1952. Behold! Uploaded is my ‘drawings’ of ‘stars’.

In today’s news, Trump meets with richest man in Japan.
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After church and en route to mail off Paw’s envelop to the post office, Maw exclaimed that there was graffiti on our fence. My blood pressure went up when I caught a glance at the offense. But I had to calm down and concentrate on driving.
Then we went to get gas for Paw’s MB E430. While waiting in the car, I told Maw that it’s a divine sign to get rid of the bending fence and sloped cement slabs. And that perhaps THD and pals probably wants more of our business. She said if I had money to pay: But since the FAT BASTARD and pals have not repaid what belongs to me (MY HARD EARNED CASH) after eleven slong years, I told her heck no. (In my mind, if everygthing is supposed to be mine, they should pay now instead of wait later. But they don’t think like us kids. To me that’s selfish.)
After buying gasoline for the car, we went home. At 9:10am, I attempted to call the Graffiti and Litter “hotline” at 408-277-2758 (three times). But the voice messaging system instructed us to call the 866-249-0543 number. At 9:20am, the Graffiti Protective Coating Inc. cleaned up the fence with high powered water spray. They did the rest of the neighborhood. Maw almost cried and almost hugged David in gratitude. Of course, there are lots of free spaces where people won’t get into trouble. Only REAL art count, not the ones done by CIA operatives on OUR place!
We had Sara from THD called Paw to say the city messed up our permit for a new roof. Paw is so senile that he kept repeating and asking/verifying how they will start on Friday instead of Thursday, which would be the time I unload my HARD/yard work, which I loved doing recently.
Then Osvaldo, the roof installer came by to take a look at the public post (which is attached with blue tape next to our front door) first and then our property.
Later at around 13:00pm, Fred (with his amigo) from Valdez Upholstery came by to pick up our fabric of eight yards and eight seat templates of wood/cushion. They will replace the wood/cushion and do a welting on the bottom of each new upholstery! They give EXCELLENT service (as per their black logo on the back side of their white van).
Overall, private businesses, sellers, contractors and the workers know what they are doing. It’s the customers, buyers, clients and the bosses who sometimes don’t understand their line of work and quick/professional communication skills. I guess Paw and I got excited and let our emotions/adrenaline cloud our better judgment, except Maw who understands everything! Hehehe.
I was Previewing a Premium Theme – Linen and came across the “About Us” section, which read:
“A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now.”
The passage is from MAY 10. in “The Sorrows of Young Werther” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. His writing is exquisite to my mind’s ears, simple, too and better than my own basic writing skills and my dimming hope for a fruitful novel in the upcoming NaNoWriMo next month.
Today is yet another lazy day of being un/deremployed. Taking a break for a while can be quite boring and unproductive. Had it not been for blogging, I’m already insane.
Here is a slideshow and/or gallery of 24 customized header images that I’m using for my personal blog: Courtesy of John Jr.
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I like the black and white images because these “gray scales” (not green reptilians) go well with my BLACK background and RED fonts.
First I do NOT know this word endemic. Having learned what endemic meant, writer’s block happens because the mind is not yet ready to share what it knows or how to continue — with caution or go forward. Without much thinking and simply putting aside thoughts for later recollection, block talks to itself sometimes and when embarrassed will confuse itself further and claim forgetfulness only happens because it is too tired or too busy to try harder and better next time. Call it foggy brained or dementia. Writer’s block arises from stagnation of the soul, too. The will longs to be free and when its fence of creativity is swung wide open, the spirit within gallops forth to long hours of writing.
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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/09/25/seths-blog-talkers-block/