Thursday, May 14, 2020


After plastering cleaning up, and getting my laundry.
I played with my toys.
Because I can, and it made sense.

The 1953 Packard.
A 1958 Ford.
Then of course,...loves them things.
A 1955 Packard.


4 comments:

  1. Playing with our toys is definitely a constructive and therapeutic activity.

    Today was a disastrous and horrible day. It is still horrible. I won't go into specifics, but the nightmare will only fade very slowly, if at all, taking weeks to eventually go away. I am so very, very tired.

    Lately I have been trying to rise to some major challenges, like dealing with the most difficult and advanced perspective in the world. But now I have no mental energy for that. I am reduced to watching video of parrots aggravating cats.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Z4fQ19TQvU

    Z

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  2. I saw this video of a cat adopting a lizard.

    These are clearly the final says.

    I'm so sorry things are rough for you.
    Fuck all that. If I had zillions I'd with heart send a check. That, and have my security service deal with whoever is fucking with you.

    I am sorry my friend.

    I can only give you my sincere hopes for respite from that hell, and heartless vengeance upon who or what torments you.

    Peace...as best you can.

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  3. Thanks. The hell flames have receded somewhat, though my burden is still heavy and I am very ill rested and fear getting sick again. I hope to rest better tonight. Then maybe things may gradually return to a relatively steady state.

    Z

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  4. II wish for your safety health, and happiness...well at least comfort.

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