The neat thing about FB is that your pals sometimes send you little presents. See above. Yeah not all FB congregation are nice, but actually most are. Like everywhere in the net like minded folks find each other. I found a whole window box flower, and farming world.
Anyway the island I'm on is full of aging hippies assorted pacifists, and harmless weirdos. Most of my friends from my years in commie radio are here. We've been friends for half a lifetimes. Tho' one by one they depart. We're starting to age out.
On the upside them swell folks, and friend from literally all over the world keeps me somewhat sane. Bottom line we like each other for who we are. As opposed to the hate groups left, and right all over FB. These just share hatreds.
Presents.
Tho' I can no longer give anything they happily give to me. Bless'em. Holiday cookies toys medical advice, and pointers compassion, and jokes. Yesterday A New Zealand pal sent me a vintage 40's cardboard doll house complete tiny chairs tables the works. Also some tiny 1940's Chinese dolls to hangout in it.
She got it at an estate sale. It hasn't been played with for 80 years. I cleaned it a few repairs, and they were good to go. The furniture wasn't plastic, but Bakelite. Same with the dolls. Plastic toys didn't infect the world till the 1950's. Grains of that stuff will still be around in a billion years.
But I digress.
I will tell you of late I've been profoundly down near borderline wanting the Big Sleep. So grim are these deranged days. My health the isolation so many perished even in my building. That and all the usual shit with being broke old Queer, and in Hell...aka the United States of America.
Them little folks, and the doll house gave me a bit of calm.
Enough to face another day.
Thanks Karen.
I wanna come live in ur dollhouse Uncle!
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